She messaged me one day “I am in town this week and I’m 8 months pregnant. I’m wondering if you are available for a session at all this week?” And as perfect timing would have it, I was. Sometimes my schedule shifts around and I have some time to fit someone in and it feels…
I haven’t blogged in years. YEARS! It makes me sad to say that, and yet, a lot of that makes sense. Instagram took over as the way to share our work, and yet, I never felt quite at home sharing work on Instagram the way I used to feel comfortable on my old blog when…
I came home from a movie and my son asked me if I wanted to read the first draft of the letter he addressed to the administration of his school. A little background: Earlier that week, he told me that he didn’t find the leaderboard system used during P.E. to be very fair. We talked…
Slow tears fell from his face.”Fourteen. Fourteen tears,” he said as he wiped another tear away. “You counted?” I asked in a gentle smile.”I don’t know. When it involves math, I just go for it.” Art: Sadness, 2020 by Linda Achar (Isn’t this gorgeous?)
It’s three days before Christmas and I just left a busy store doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t be doing three days before Christmas: shopping. After weaving through crowds and bonding with my teenager over some good book thrifting, we finally made our way home. And that’s when I started to feel it—that familiar,…
I have Covid.Day three. It’s Sunday. I haven’t been downstairs since Friday, and now that I finally feel well enough to sit up and pay attention to what’s on TV, this room is starting to feel less like home and more like a hotel room. It takes Covid to be home but left alone. It’s…
Last night, I sat on an outdoor sofa sandwiched between two teenagers. I watched their faces light up as they told stories about how similar they were and how different they were from their significant others. I heard them laugh and even get loud and judgmental about silly things – the way people who are…
My husband came marching up the stairs. “I know why I didn’t want to watch Astro Boy with Lucas. The kid dies within the first 15 minutes.” “Did he cry?” I was suddenly concerned my son was traumatized for life. “I did!! Several times! I couldn’t even look at him!” I giggled at the cute appalled expression…
The National saves me again and again. I owe so much to music. There is so much music that I simply cannot live without. But this band’s music will always have such a distinctive, genuinely moving place in my heart. I told someone my body’s frequency measures The National and they proved it again. Crying…