dear Mikki and Katie… {insert blubbering mother} well, it’s happened. the first day of preschool actually happened. i thought i could avoid it by not getting out of the bed this morning, pulling my sheets over my head and burrying my face into the fluff of my down pillow. one of the duck feathers protruded...
when i was a little girl my mom had this antique writing box. i can still remember the smell…it’s the only smell like it in the world….like wood and velvet and yellowed with age envelopes. it had an ink well with dried ink in the bottom of the glass bottle. it was beautiful and worn...
dear Mikki and Katie… i stood at the mail box. i didn’t open it at first. i love getting the mail even now that i am 30. what is inside? is it a letter from an old friend, my Grammy Tyler, or other relative? {oh handwritten letters are divine} bills? {most assuredly} checks? {rarely} a...
this summer has brought a bountiful baby boom that i can barely keep up with! this is not a complaint…this is one photographer in heaven. i met little Simon and his family a few weeks ago when he was only a couple of weeks old and we had an amazingly peaceful session.
