My daughter spent the first day of autumn with a friend hunting and gathering fruits and brie. Her selfie — hair twisted into plaits, pink frost highlighter a confetti on her cheekbones and lips, yellow sundress—a good morning greeting with the message they were going into town. She was looking forward to the day, to friends; she was looking forward. A year ago, the first day of autumn found me undergoing body scans to stage my tumor while my daughter,… Keep Reading
Happiness is … spying a couple on Day 1 of their vow ’til death do us part.
I was standing beneath these glorious trees on a pleasantly warm autumn day after a matinee and pancake brunch.
My mother loves to laugh. Not quips, but ache-with-joy bouts of woman howling. Her giggle is a siren song that ripples out and grabs you.
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And some days there are little bits of magic like blue sky caught in a bottle or sunlight on glass.
There is a birthmark on my back, a right of soil, in the shape of a country that does not record my signature on its manifest. I am simultaneously passenger and cargo here.
“Forget the lady with the lamp in the harbor. Beware before you dare to come here.” — Chris Cuomo Stop saying this is not America. There are better and more accurate responses to the parade of inhumanity being carried out along this country’s southwestern border. Snatching away children for profit, to intimidate, or as an effective means of cultural genocide is a tattered seam in this nation’s fabric. This has been America since it was “discovered” out from under its… 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.