There was this old man that used to come in to the coffee shop where I often write, plopping himself on a big red sofa and spending hours sifting through wrinkled books and weathered photographs, magnifying glass in hand. Every now and then, he would look up and breathe in a deep, satisfied sigh, as
Last week, during our entire-week-of-snow-days, I did what any snowbound, stir-crazy lady would do: I attempted to purge the entire house of excess in one fell swoop. It didn’t work out as planned, largely due to my own laziness and also in part due to minor protests from the other co-habitants of our home. As
Well. It snowed like mad last week, making it increasingly difficult to squeeze productivity out of my being. Temps hovered around -14 for a few days and the whole town shut down. When it snows to such a degree, I often feel like God is giving me a white blanket to cover up with, handing
It takes me an inordinate amount of time to make resolutions, mostly because I make resolutions every.single.day so they’re kind of all used up when January 1st rolls around. I’m a natural-born goal-setter, dream-keeper, think-abouter, and I take pride in starting over near-daily, hitting the reset button on my life like a lamp that needs
I’m winding down my work schedule for the year, and amidst a flurry of last-minute deadlines and scheduled projects, a reminder arose from the very unlikely place of an at-home photo shoot:
I’m just a little bit caught in the middle Life is a maze and love is a riddle I don’t know where to go I can’t do it alone I’ve tried And I don’t know why -Lenka (who I just realized is married to James Gulliver Hancock, and where have I been, Art Community at
With Christmas cards flying into mailboxes left and right, I’ve got family photos on the brain. Although it’s fun (perhaps not quite the right term to use here) to get everyone dressed to the nines for shiny, happy poses, my very very favorite shoots are families at home – together, like this one below…
Oh, December. Month of gift guides (guilty), shopping bags (guiltier) and free shipping deals (guiltiest, because I just bought approximately one thousand rolls of toilet paper, thank you, Amazon). I picked the wrong month to re-read this book, because with every box that arrives at my door, the pit in my stomach deepens. The stuff.