October 23, 2015

Plug-in

This would have gone unnoticed had it not been for my son. He left the house through our side door one morning and discovered that the contractors had left their power cord connected to an outlet overnight. In truth I've been really checked out lately, barely motivated to see anything as remotely photographic. "It's just a phase - - some downtime," I tell myself, hoping that the urge to see will return again. While I recharge he'll be my eyes. I'll count on him to tune me into the details which aren't small at all.

July 24, 2015

Heart Lines

Following a long and deep sleep, my eldest son showed me the lines across his torso which had been imprinted by bedsheets. I asked him to hold still by a window. He willingly obliged. I live in fear that at some point, moments like these, will disappear. Not that they wont happen, but that they will no longer be allowed with a camera. I'm not sure where these teenage years will lead me but this was a gift, both seen and heartfelt.

July 17, 2015

June 25, 2015

My May


Two injections and a reminder never to cook on Mother's Day again.

June 16, 2015

Intersect

Street life at a preteen crossroad.

June 5, 2015

Ephemeral


It's good – and then it's gone. One day in May.

May 10, 2015

me + them

From shadows to sunlight, we are everywhere. Happy Mother's Day.

February 6, 2015

Teen Idol

Sweet guy, at fourteen you're well versed in the most important aspects of teenage life; sneakers, Starbucks and binge-watching episode after episode of Friends. I will text this post to you as soon as I’m through writing it, since that may be the best way to reach you.

This has been a year of big changes and you’ve handled them with ease. I admire how you’re not afraid to be vulnerable and to feel deeply. You’ve put yourself on the line and learned that the gains can outweigh the heartbreak. Thankfully, the little kid I once knew is never too far away. You can go from serious to silly in a flash, with a sly smile and cheeky wit. Happy Birthday with love, from your biggest fan.

January 8, 2015

@12


I felt sad. It occurred to me recently that neither of my boys bears any resemblance to me. As they grow more handsome and confident and I grow more… um, older. But this very intuitive preteen knew just how to mend my ego by telling me that he still looks like me… on the inside. Thank you, sweet guy. Your playful nature, wit and authenticity grabs me deeply. May you always sparkle as you do today. Happy Birthday.