My grandfather passed this morning. He was my mother’s father and when she called, she was careful to make sure that I wasn’t working or with a client, so as to not have me get upset while out in public, on the job. She told… 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
My daughter is two and we still have our daily mid-morning routine of laying her down for a nap. The process is similar from day to day. She grows crabby, rubs her eyes, runs away howling, searches for her blanket, her bottle (the only one… Read More
I was wrapping up a newborn session, positioning a two week old baby boy into the arms of his family’s eighty-seven year old patriarch. I was watching for the light from the windows behind them, turning their bodies to catch it, just so. So that… Read More
Best friends are the ones you play with the most, I overhear Lila explaining to Asher over bowls of Cheerios this morning. I love kindergarten simplicity. I love that sharing a snack or playing beside someone in the toy kitchen at school somehow transforms your… Read More
I went to my uncle’s funeral last night. Unlike the last two funerals I have been to, for the same family, in the past year and a half, last night felt like closure and peace. My uncle was ready. It’s not that he wasn’t a… Read More
I woke up this morning to the sounds of my eight year old going through his morning routine. He lets out the dog, gets her breakfast and water, lets her back in, feeds her, crates her again or sends her back outside. He pulls down… Read More
My twenty-two month old is in my bedroom, standing barefoot in a mess of her own making, squealing in gibberish. With her just-woke-up-from-a-nap hair and the smudges of cereal bar on her cheeks, she looks like a homeless, uncared for, disaster. Oh, but, her smile.… Read More
I lost it last night. Lost. It. Over so, so much dog poop on my floor, and teeth that should have been brushed already and a game of Go Fish cut short by the minutes ticking too quickly to bedtime and a six year old… Read More
It has been coming at me from all angles. This concept of bodies, how we are souls poured into vessels. How we are mysteries wrapped in flesh. How we are rulers of our weight, our muscle tone, our ability to clock a ten minute mile.… Read More
The Frozen Moon 