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.
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
Carefree black girls grab joy by the bra strap, go the way of the wind, spirited by the photography challenge prompt: bicycle. They take Saturday, comb towns on the Cape in search of a bicycle to photograph. Not just any bike, an interesting bike, one with a story, or more to the point, one that inspires one to imagine its story. During the search, they stumble into a bookshop and local author signing. They find books, write the titles of some… Keep Reading
I live in a small cottage by the sea. A washashore, two years now, on loan from the cold water Pacific, I pray this bay remains kind. I have more windows than rooms, more books than shoes, more teacups, mismatched and chipped, than hours in the day, and a sea, a few steps from my door, that rises twice daily to greet me. I live in a small cottage with freshly painted shutters that rattle with each passing storm; doors… Keep Reading
I was terrified of motherhood. After all, what had I accomplished up ’til the age of 25: left high school early; dropped out of the small college vocational nursing program I let my mother push me into, three months ahead of graduation; transferred to a traditional university where I changed my major three times and flew so far under the radar I made less than 5 friends during undergrad and even less mentor connections; was fired from or quit a… Keep Reading
After the Egg Hunt I gave him the lavender ribbon from my hat in exchange for a kiss, hard boiled egg dyed gold. “Made it special for ya,” he said, pointing to the gilded treat laid on bed of green shredded paper lining the bottom of a white hand basket. Sitting on the porch, legs crossed windows open so mama can hear the call of birds and bees: his mouth earnest, to my ear dripping honey, thick shadow of midday… Keep Reading
What makes me smile two days after Christmas? A new hat that fits over my frizzy hair and keeps me warm while on the beach collecting shells, sea glass, and making photos. ❤