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A Letter to My Mom

A Letter to My Mom

  Dear Mom, I remember calling you from college with a list a mile long of the things I had to do to survive finals week – papers, group projects, and (oh.em.gee) a car wash fundraiser for my sorority.    You were actually in the store when I called, and...
Eyes.  Mouth.  YOU!

Eyes. Mouth. YOU!

CeCe wedges herself in the tightest space between Justin and I, looking back and forth from his face to mine.  After a few bedtime songs, and a few prayers, (and usually a few giggles because this is when she is the silliest) we say goodnight.  I tuck her in her crib...
I got a new attitude

I got a new attitude

Most professional photographers quit within the first five years of their business.  I almost did.  I was in a car accident on my way to shoot a wedding and spent the next 6 months learning to walk again, quitting seemed to make a lot more sense than continuing.  I...
32 Things I Want To Do At 32

32 Things I Want To Do At 32

32 Things I Want To Do At 32  Read a book in my hands instead of on my phone. Say “yes” to after work drinks Take CeCe on a Mommy and CeCe day Watch Sound of Music . . . finally! Make an album of family pictures Save more money Follow up with friends in...
Seeking Comfort

Seeking Comfort

One day you will seek comfort in a photograph. You will flip through a long forgotten rubber bin, piled high with old notes from high school and children’s artwork and recipes and seek that one particular picture.  Your mind turning circles around a person in...
The Ten Pictures That Got Me Here: #7

The Ten Pictures That Got Me Here: #7

  The Ten Pictures That Got Me Here:  #7: Patience. I always had to stand with my front foot pointing first base to stand a chance of hitting the ball in-field.  I never could seem to master waiting for the ball to arrive at the perfect arc across the plate to...
{Personal} Our Day at Pullen Park

{Personal} Our Day at Pullen Park

During the busy summer months it is rare for me to have a Saturday evening where I don’t have a shoot.  This afternoon was one of those blissful occasions so we took CeCe to one of my favorite childhood parks, Pullen Park.  It was CeCe’s first time on the...
Dear CeCe – You’re 3 months old!

Dear CeCe – You’re 3 months old!

Dear CeCe – One day you’re going to yell at me and slam your door and demand to be taken seriously and I’m going to take a deep breath and remember how you used to get done breastfeeding, smack your lips, drooooooooool everywhere, sigh, and fall...