Dear Sheba, We hated to say goodbye to you this morning, but you were right: it was time for us to let you go. As I ran my hands over your soft fur and scratched your huge radar-dish ears (the same ones that caught my attention in the shelter all those 13 years ago),...
It’s official: the shoes have been outgrown. I’m not a particularly sentimental mother, so this is odd for me. I’m the one that loves each stage more than the last, the one that celebrates milestones and achievements without getting misty for days...
{There is memory in our souls, a memory of what is still yet to be, as though it always stood with us and we only need remember} This piece started out as something entirely different (as in orange-trees-and-creamy-white-sky kind of different) but then suddenly this...
I had this exact photograph in my mind for about a year, but finding a building rooftop to occupy on a clear evening, at sunset, facing the streets I wanted to highlight (namely, Broad and Market) was as challenging as you might think. The answer came in the form of...
