I was born with old lady hands, you said, your and your mother’s hands, and you are right. Our hands have never looked new; our hands have never been without a story.
Remember Hull beach where we gathered shells the first semi-warm weekend last spring? We didn’t need coats and the tide was high, crashing and spilling beautiful cracked and whole shells at our feet. I was wearing bean boots and couldn’t move as quickly as you and fell prey to the undertow – feet and shoes sinking like hot stones through sand – when the water crested and rushed up to my knees. My thick cotton pants and feet full of… Keep Reading
I love my mom. I took this foto of her the Saturday after my first chemo cycle. She stopped her busy life of work and citywide volunteer coordinating to come be with me for cancer treatment for 2 weeks and ended up staying 3 months. The last day of the first 5-day chemo cycle, we left the hospital and I drove her to the lighthouse where I fotographed her at my favorite place near the water. I love that we had… Keep Reading
Home is where this smile is. My daughter is home for me. For 20 years, I’ve built our nest around laughter and love.
Life. All of it. The mess of it. The questions. The lessons. The indecision. The baptism by fire and learning on the fly. The squabbles. The joy. The unbridled glee. The clamor. The silence. The negotiation and inevitable compromise. The wealth and the bankrupt. The maps drawn, erased, and replotted. The missions. The road trips. The destinations. The arrivals. The departures. The attraction. The initiation. The invitation. The aggravation. The love. The love. The love. The blood. The bruise. The… Keep Reading
… a vintage Tiffany bracelet from my lover and a beautiful day with family.
was the last time my daughter and I spent Christmas apart. Per court-ordered visitation established during my divorce, my daughter was required to spend every xmas break for two weeks, one week during spring break, and 10 weeks during summer with her father. For seven years, we spent the xmas holiday separated by 1400 miles. I didn’t celebrate the holiday – no decorations, no tree, no gifts or elaborate dinners. I didn’t celebrate with friends or family. Instead I would… Keep Reading
My cheeky girl after an afternoon of apple picking. This smiles hangs the moon.
Thanksgiving. Everyone descended upon my house for 4 days. I soaked up as much of their energy and love as possible to carry me into the new year. Family is everything.
Gemstone. My very first Mother’s Day gift, 20 years ago, was a lovely emerald ring. Years later when I sold my wedding ring, it never occurred to me to part with this ring. It is the only ring I wear and it means the world to me. I will give it to my daughter when she’s older, maybe as a “something old” pendant the day she marries or maybe when she becomes a mommy. And someday she will give it… Keep Reading