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.
In the orchard last year with my daughter. The light was great, the weather was great, and something about the day reminded me of my dad. I see this foto snd immediately think of how much I moss and love my dad and lucky I am to have a daughter who enjoys our silly traditions like visits to the orchard and gathering good foods.
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
Initially, my response to this question was cancer, but that’s not accurate. I’d been living with the pain from my cancer for a few months by the time I received my diagnosis: adjusting my daily routine to accomodate pain and subtle, but lingering fatigue, etc. The biggest change is being sick. I was diagnosed on a Wednesday and by that Friday I had met 1 of my 2 oncologists and had a treatment plan. That was followed by test upon… Keep Reading
My cheeky girl after an afternoon of apple picking. This smiles hangs the moon.
This photo was taken at our favorite orchard on the last day of the picking season – a day before a 3-day torrent of rain. It was also the day I shaved off all my hair because it began shredding after my first chemo treatment. My mom and I drove out to see my daughter at school so she could go with me to do the big chop. Anyone who knows me knows my daughter is my team. I couldn’t… Keep Reading
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
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.