This blog post came to me precisely around the time the snow pack shifted under my hiking boot and I felt my ankle “crack”. It wasn’t a break–I knew that right away. But it was uncomfortable enough that the 8 or so miles to go didn’t sound too exciting at that moment. It was around … More Sometimes it’s not about the journey
It’s been a YEAR. Can you believe it? A whole year. Well… I guess we can believe it because it has been quite the year. It feels like so much longer that we had our first official date at the Kirkland marina, holding hands for the first time in the car and listening to the … More A year of “mores”:An anniversary tribute to my love
I’ve gone back and forth in my head on if I should write this…and how I should. The reason I’m writing this isn’t because I’m Soundgarden’s “biggest fan” or because Chris Cornell’s death hit me harder than anyone else’s death has. Because to be completely honest, there are a handful of songs he has done that I … More Who we choose to glorify
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Those were my thoughts the other day as I gripped the wheel and turned into the park in Woodinville where I would be meeting my step-daughter and her mom for a Mommy and Me session. As a photographer, I’m used to shooting mommy-daughter photos. That’s no big deal. I … More Choosing to love the woman who came before me
To the girl who makes Mother’s Day hurt a little less, You’re only three—so obviously you won’t be reading this. Yet. But I hope that when you’re old enough you’ll read this letter. Because it’s just for you. And through changes, the years, and possibly even new brothers or sisters, it’ll never be exactly like … More To the one who makes Mother’s Day hurt a little less
It’s hard being a woman among other women. Recently—it’s been on my mind a lot for lots of different reasons. If you’re a woman—you know exactly what I mean without any explanation needed. I’ve struggled with it my entire life. It only takes a second for your confidence to get bruised when you see that … More The way we rise
My favorite part of the day is waiting for Jeff to come home. I get off three hours before he does which gives me enough time to go to the gym, clean the house a little, and make a good dinner that HAS to include candles (because I’m obsessed with them). It’s been a year … More Here in my waiting place
I’ve always loved Easter. Aside from the pink bunnies, the Cadbury eggs, the fake grass in Easter baskets, and the summer dresses everyone dons at church, I’m way more enamored with the story. A man who lived over 2000 years ago knew me by name. And He decided I was worth dying for. How is … More My thirty pieces of silver
I was a little sheltered growing up–with movies, that is. Jeff (my significant other) who is a “Movie Man” by nature, almost had his eyes pop out of his head as soon as he met me and I said “No, I haven’t seen that one either” to pretty much every film title he rattled off. He … More I’m not worried about Beauty and the Beast’s “gay agenda”: But I am worried about this.
The world was asleep last night when I held her. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth we rocked. Her face was snuggled into the curve of my collar bone and her hand was twisted in my hair. She sniffled, scared after a bad dream, and the sliver of moonlight peeking in on … More There’s a place for me here: A lesson in being the “other”
