She woke up crying. I ran in to find her nose spilling blood everywhere. The couch cushion, the carpet, her dress. Quickly sweeping her into my arms I ran to the bathroom where we waited for it to end. Just the two of us, her stripped down to princess underwear, feet dipped in the sink… Continue reading Naked Love
Today they shut down all of Los Angeles schools due to a bomb threat. I don’t live in LA, but I am not all too far separated from it. And as I read about the threats this morning I felt that darkness creeping in. That engulfing darkness… When I first started taking photos of… Continue reading Pockets of Light
We were at Disneyland when I received the text from my sister: “Are you close to the shooting??” “What??? Shooting???????” “It may be terrorist. Many are dead. The shooters have gotten away heavily armed.” I live one hour from there. My husband drove through that very area just the night before. I felt my heart… Continue reading Mass Shooting Next Door
I recently read this article that talked all about how our kids will look back at their childhood someday and wonder why there are so many of photos of them, but so few of their mom. It hit me pretty hard, this one. Because in the past four years I probably have a minimum of… Continue reading Why Self Portraits
Do you ever feel simply exhausted? Like you have given and given and given and you have no more left to give. Because we spend our every last moment with busy. And we give of ourselves day after day, minute after minute, to this thing and that thing. And mostly to these little ones who… Continue reading Does God Have Boobs?
My kids woke up at 4:30 this morning. Not woke up and finally fell back asleep. No, completely up, for the day. It was still black outside. There was no sun shining or birds chirping, and most likely our apartment neighbors were groaning the sounds of little voices. Voices that were loudly squealing with delight… Continue reading Remembering the Thrill
Pierce caught croup last week. It’s an upper respiratory infection that makes breathing difficult. For both the child and the momma. I felt my own breath caught more than once. Particularly the night he woke up seizing. This was his fourth febrile seizure in the past year. I’m familiar with the awful things. But a… Continue reading I Can Take It