exploring life and love with pictures and words
I lay awake, heart racing. Resting my hand upon my chest, I struggle to take a deep breath and remind myself to stay calm. I sit up and push away thoughts that only stoke the fire of my anxiety. I stand beside my bed in the darkness, arms above my head, stretching in half moon... Continue Reading →
Surrounded by opened mail and neatly organized piles of bills and receipts, I sit cross legged on the turquoise sofa. My laptop rests on a pillow in the space between by knees and illuminates my makeshift home office. I click away, reconciling accounts, scheduling payments, and catching up on email. The television provides mindless background... Continue Reading →
Saturday morning I sit sipping my coffee, waiting for Phyllis to join me. Across the small cafe table her black coffee, steam escaping the tiny hole in the cup’s lid, waits too. Within minutes she arrives, flashing her infectious smile. A dear friend, we share a love of love, stories of the heart, the mysteries... Continue Reading →
There is a boy I love. I dreamed of him and what he would be before I ever met him, blonde and blue-eyed, smart and funny, an old soul with the kindest heart I would ever know. Born long before ultra-sounds were common practice or gender reveals became a celebrated event, my boy came into... Continue Reading →
Dump trucks, trash trucks, and excavation equipment lay in the dirt just outside the patio where he last played. There is no mistaking Luca’s house, a little boy lives here. I make my way into the patio where an abundance of trucks and toys are lined up, waiting for their next adventure at the hands... Continue Reading →
In the weeks before Mother’s Day, I had planned to write a glorious and glowing post about motherhood. I felt sure that words would emerge and my story would unfold. Yet, I sat for hours; the heat of my laptop warming my thighs as my fingers clicked away, typing words that just didn’t belong to... Continue Reading →
1978 . . .In the very early hours on Friday of the Labor day weekend, I am approaching twenty-two long hours of labor. I am exhausted and somewhat delirious. The doctor examines me and sighs, "If you don't have this baby by 2:00, you're having a Cesarean." At 2:17 am, without surgery, my son arrives, all 9 pounds and 2 ounces. And just... Continue Reading →
My favorite exercise and escape is walking on the beach. I run across the highway to the trail and am greeted by the sunset. I squint my eyes, take a deep breath and shake off the day. This is my peace. My body quickly finds its rhythm, its pace, and my legs lead the way, allowing my mind to wander.... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 