another lovely friday almost gone. we visited a friend in his ceramics studio (don't. touch. anything. maya.), played in delores park with kids from maya's school, watched the hawks and gophers while miles played soccer on top of potrero hill.

thinking today about how much closer i am with my kids than my parents were with me. as in actual proximity. by miles' age i was walking to school in a pack of kids, and after school was about running around in the woods, or being in the backyard or in my room with a friend. when my kids visit with friends i am right there with them, being friends with their parents, all of us within the confines of small to medium living spaces. we are seeing the same