I have a thing about balloons. I adore them. In fact, I love them so much that they make regular appearances in my artwork. Maybe that’s because my college roommate once tied my dream graduate school acceptance letter to helium balloons and had them...
We were prepared for rain. I packed boots and rain jackets and umbrellas. I remembered the longs months of unrelenting damp air and gray skies from the time I once lived here, and I planned accordingly. I was wrong: the weather was glorious. And not the typical...
The night before our flight to London was the first time my four-year-old seemed upset that his brother and I were leaving. “But sweetie, you’ll be with Daddy and we’ll come home in just seven days,” I reassured him. He threw himself on the bed...
It took over forty photographs for this one to happen: two giggling, squirming boys and a handful of glowing stars are oddly challenging to capture. In the end, our family loved this image best and chose it for our holiday cards. The back reads: The gift of love the...
Date: December 3, 2010 Time: 9:30 p.m. Location: Our House Bed time, as a rule, is 8:00 p.m. sharp, so when the boys’ door came flying open and Danny emerged singing “All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth,” loud enough to alert the whole...
