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“Wait, why am I here again?”  I think to myself while I’m admiring the big metal historical staircase with the line of power lines rhythmically fading through the fog. “Oh yeah, the fox,” I think . But I’m doing the opposite. Here I am, outside in the fog and rain, my shoes soaked from wading […]

If I were a cartoon, there would have been steam blasting out my ears and perhaps a pitchfork in my hand. I blew up at my 5-year-old for dumping the toy bins out in one big pile.   Yet there he was, hugging my shoulder and saying “mommy, I love you” with a smile on

Tears streaming. The office on Netflix. Me hoping my husband won’t walk in.   Why? Because of this line in the last episode of The Office –   “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them…somebody should write a song about that.”   Andy

11 years ago I woke up barely able to get out of bed. The day before, I crashed and burned…I slipped on the fake snow on the floor of my studio while photographing a few kids and adults. Oh yeah, and I was 7 months pregnant! Imagine a 40-pounds heavier me, giant belly and all,

***Between today, 6/8 and Sunday, 6/11 I’ll be posting in real time the letters and events from 100 years ago, along with some images from the current date.   When you look out your window, drive in the streets or just go for a walk – think about this for a moment…the light on the

What does… 75 pounds of colored powder A 24ft / 12ft tarp 4 seal-able plastic heavy duty containers 2 hours of setup 5 hours of cleanup 3 rambunctious boys   …ALL have in common?   Besides being a HUGE time-suck, mess, and leaving my hands looking like a smurph…it’s ALL in preparation for our Fall

You stare blankly at the greeting card for 5 minutes, then scribble, “thanks for being such a great Mom!” Or worse, you write nothing. You just sign your name below the corny card greeting that 10,000 other moms are getting. And then you justify it. She knows you love her. You got her that cheese

Your Kids will go back to the future like Marty McFly. Someday, the smell of campfire will remind our kids of the summer of 2015. They will breath in the dry, hot air, and be transported to today. The summer when mom didn’t scold them for making a scene – but encouraged them to dance

I have never felt like a 5-year old boy. Heck, I’ve never felt like a BOY (except for some days when I shower the night before, sleep on my hair soaping wet, and instead of looking like a wet rat, I throw a ball-cap on top of my head). But last night? I DID. There

I am not a portrait photographer.For they only photograph faces. I am not a landscape photographer.For they only photograph things that are beautiful. I am not an industrial photographer.For they only photograph metal and brick. I am not a writer.For they only use words to paint pictures. I’m a storyteller photographer. But I am not