It rained this morning (story of the this summer, I’m afraid.) Lila came in from the street, where I called her back from circling the brown murky puddles. Don’t go jumping in the puddles today, please. I said to her. But I’m not. I’m just… Read More
It’s a feeling, really. Nothing more. It’s the unease of highway driving in a deluge, it’s the inability to see the lines on the road through the watery windshield. It’s guiding yourself only by the blurred taillights of the cars up ahead and wondering how… Read More
It has been a summer of clouds. Of rain too, but more so, big, beautiful, lean over your steering wheel and gaze up at the sky, clouds. As a photographer, I love them. They swirl slowly overhead, adding interest to plain blue skies and offering… Read More
Perhaps it’s the general mellow I am still floating through today after three nights away from my children, but I haven’t needed to raise my voice at my children at all today. Not as Lila refused to be obedient and huffed and puffed at me… Read More
My son is walking from room to room (in our teeny-tiny-too-small-for-a-family-of-six house) making a buzzing, humming sort of sound. You know that sound that light sabers make when they’re not actively clashing against one another. That super annoying, almost bug zapper like sound? Yes. That.… Read More
In the midst of a summer where we are navigating our way through the process of selecting materials to homeschool, where we are discussing how we will structure our days, how we will keep our children challenged, happy, productive, well-educated, how we will manage to… Read More
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
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
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
The Frozen Moon 