Elizabeth in the garden surrounded by daisies, but not of the Buchanan variety.
Pink. All shades of pink including it’s mother, red.
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.
We were sorting paint colors and brushes when each of my mobile news alerts began to chime in unison. I scanned the article snippets displayed on my phone’s home screen: white supremacists, torches, chants of blood and soil, militarized police, a state of emergency declared, a car full speed into a crowd of protesters, a death, no, a murder. I glanced around the room where I sat with a group of women, including my daughter, painting sea stones for the… Keep Reading
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
This, during a walk through the botanical gardens at my daughter’s school.
Statue of Massasoit overlooking what is designated as the site of Plymouth Rock.
My eyes, around which freckles gather to gossip about my poor sleep habits.
My favorite Williams-Sonoma glass teapot filled with loose tea and a few of the blueberries we picked from the farm a day before. No cup of tea would be complete without the company of my favorite ragdoll, Abigail Louisa.