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.
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.