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
The best thing about this foto is I woke up horribly sick on the day I planned to go out to the park and snag a dragon for the day’s prompt. I managed to roll out of bed, literally, and pour my feverish limbs and feet into cloth and shoe, and got as far as the front porch when I was overcome with sweat and lightheadedness. I decided to take Tylenol, lie down, sleep it off a bit. I woke… Keep Reading
My favorite foto of my parents on their first date in 1969. She looks like a tart, with her partially-exposed garter strap and I love it! After meeting her some weeks prior and many phone calls, my father begged my mom to come see his band and she did. Afterwards, he brought her backstage and that’s when this foto was taken. They were married the following year.
I wish for my daughter, who is 20 this year, to grow into the ability to make her own joy. My bookish girl comes alive in the embrace of family. She is a sensitive soul and prefers kindness to confrontation. Those traits go under appreciated in the world and while I hope for universal peace, I realize humans are flawed and tend to self interest so that ideal is unlikely. What is likely is taking life as it comes once… Keep Reading
August Break Day 2: Gold This isn’t just any gold unicorn horn, it’s a talisman perched atop a delightful cake for my daughter’s 20th birthday. As a mermaid, I’m no stranger to magic, but it’s a joy to watch my girl come into her full young woman-unicorn self (next week she may be a sweet blue-feathered bird singing in the rain for love and toasted granola, she does that). I’m participating in Susannah Conway’s August Break photo-journaling challenge. And it… Keep Reading