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Renovation

Financing Mold Palace

A lot of people have asked me how we financed Mold Palace, so I thought it was worth discussing here, lest you all think that we’re dripping in dollar bills. If you are dripping in dollar bills, you can bypass this post and can find another essay I’ve penned–I highly recommend anything and everything else I’ve written, particularly that essay about sending dolla bills to your fav blogger for her eloquence and subtlety 😉 Moving on. First step is to find your…

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Family Photos at Home

It started last year–through some rabbit trail of clicks–I was following Milwaukee photographer, Hannah Toldt. Over time, I noticed that she and I had some mutual friends and I figured it would be cool to know her in real life, so I messaged her to see if we could take a crack at getting to know each other. Hannah agreed and we met for coffee. We talked for a couple of hours, which is pretty unusual for two complete strangers…

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Introducing a sticky life.

“Life is over easy. Everybody’s shell cracked.” -KB So I have this shiny new website. I decided to launch TheStickyLife.com today because this is a very special day. Today, we celebrate the 5th anniversary of Luciana’s adoption. Adoption was never one of those things I thought much about, until one day someone mentioned that there are more kids in foster care in Milwaukee than there are families to take them. I never did verify if that statistic was accurate or…

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Gunshots & Carrots

Sage appeared in my doorway, wrapped in her comforter, her big sister right behind her. “Mom, were those gunshots?” It was 9:30 pm and the girls had been in bed for an hour. I had heard the shots–3 of them with several eerie pauses between–fired in the alley behind my house. I was hoping that the girls were asleep and didn’t hear. But here we are on my bed having a conversation I wasn’t prepared to have tonight. “Mom, why…

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