This is my 100th post, or so WordPress tells me. It’s the 100th time I have sat here, stared at a blank white box and filled it with something scribbled from my heart. The 100th time I have given myself enough of a moment to… Read More
Eleven isn’t really anything. It’s the breath after ten, the stumbling block between kid and tween. It’s odd, not even, and so by it’s very nature I dislike it. I like even, I like pairs that divide easily by two, I even just like the… Read More
Yesterday afternoon, Lila and a couple of neighborhood children sat in a circle on my lawn, faces downward. I walked over with Evaline on my hip to spy what had inspired these dirty kneed, bike helmet headed little girls to ditch their playing and sit… Read More
I don’t often write about my job in much detail here, but I had a moment recently that struck me, both as a photographer and as a mother. I was at a wedding, waiting for the bridesmaids to make their walk down the aisle when… Read More
Alex and Lila each chose to work on unprompted creative projects this week. (Lila wrote a book called Princess Ella and the Magic Crystal, but before I had a chance to snap a few shots of it, she had actually given it as a gift… Read More
I woke up this morning, off. My son had to wait for the dryer to finish before he could get dressed for school. The pile of clothing-to-be-folded is just too high of a mountain for him to climb at this point and I didn’t want… Read More
While wiping down the sink and cleaning the kid’s breakfast this morning, my heart was sinking. It’s hot, a heavy heat, in my kitchen, in my heart. It’s the weight of prayers, pressing one on top of another, squeezing for every spare inch. And so,… Read More
The Frozen Moon 