As I sit here, attempting to write, there is a puppy nibbling on the back of my sweater. He’s just tall enough to reach through the back of my desk chair and use his tiny (sharp) teeth to get my attention. It’s play time! Of course, it’s been play time all morning...
Written today in honor of Aunt Jean Things we learn from our grandmothers… I called them the “coven” while growing up, though only one now remains. My grandmother Catherine and her three sisters were, en mass, a force of nature. The phrase “we’ve been...
Danny just learned to tie his shoes. He’s seven years old and knows all the license plate numbers of every neighbor in a seven block radius and plays Beethoven by ear, but passing one lace over another to form a bow has been beyond his reach for years, until this...
I shot this during a stroll I took with Danny during our trip to the UK, and I realized that somewhere, in the middle of England, Kate Middleton probably skipped down a pathway that looked just like this when she was a little girl. She probably ran down the path later...
I created this piece in the middle of the harsh winter gloom: snow sat piled against our fence, covering the top; the sky grew dark well before dinner; we had spent months buried under layers of boots and coats and mittens. Creating is my way of escaping the cold. The...
