film {and the beginners mind}

last week I spent some time falling in love with my hasselblad again. after shooting film with a good friend in Austin back in April, after spending time in the darkroom developing and… Continue reading

a minute. a day. a week.

<br / moments from my days that brought me pause. it's these collections of minutes, hours, and days that make up the whole. (with which I receive fresh eyes on the ordinary freeze… Continue reading

on mothers day

“you have to find a mother inside yourself. we all do.” – sue monk kidd mothers day pulls at unravelling threads. in her absence I celebrate every mother in my life, just as… Continue reading

from there to here

back before spring actually felt like it would ever arrive here in new england, river and I flew south for his spring break. he was very much looking forward to time spent with… Continue reading

wild geese

“…whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting – over & over announcing your place in the… Continue reading

spring thaw

it’s April and life is taking a fresh start at this spring thing. slowly, we are seeing new birds at the feeder, hearing the first of the returning geese overhead, and thoroughly enjoying… Continue reading

i lovermont

earlier this week I had the pleasure of driving up to hardwick, vermont for some Taproot Magazine work meetings. there’s something so satisfying about driving the same roads your parents used to drive.… Continue reading

life as it is in winter

winter teaches patience to reluctant souls. the first day of spring has arrived (and passed) which means the sun makes an appearance to begin the thaw. but we’re still waist deep in snow… Continue reading

words from miles

the avoidance of deadlines and wrestling of words… this means I take the long and scenic route to absolutely everywhere. what a predictable cliche of a writer I am. {driving a car channels… Continue reading

kids and social media

I wrote an article about kids and social media… you can read it in the latest issue of Taproot Magazine {Breathe :: issue 9} “This is a world of smartphones and video games,… Continue reading

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    a year ago today we landed in paradise and i sat unblinking on the balcony, staring out at the caribbean blue, and felt life splinter because the phone call i anticipated receiving for eight years had arrived just moments after we landed. your hospice nurse let me know you were ready to leave your earthly body. it felt like a trapeze act, a circus trick, a balancing act of human experience while we found our way together, two adults and three children: sharing a happy family vacation, our private beach wedding ceremony, and celebrating your life as you transitioned to death. life is always equal parts joy and sorrow, but never so much as that week one year ago. i still find you in the ocean waves, mom, and i know i always will. thanks for showing up in unexpected places. this, and a pocket full of seaglass; this is everything. sunshine sunday. as a mother you try to protect them for as long as you can. but media trickles in with the flash of news across a restaurant tv screen and suddenly you're in the middle of conversations about the NRA and government officials and gun laws and honestly honesty honesty. my parents never spoke like this; did they have to? or were they complacent and yes, happily republican, in a time when life felt so very different than how it feels now? or am i just a middle aged mom, a liberal raised by conservatives, an empath woman raising an empath son and fumbling through this razor sharp world? i often don't know what i’m doing. am i being honest? am i being too honest? i’m doing all i can to channel my frustration/sadness/anger towards legislative action and common sense gun laws. i’m just saying, it's a heavy heart when your 7th grader simply doesn't want to go to school because of recent school shootings and he’s able to express his sadness and rage at the office of the president while questioning the state of the union and the illusion of safety in this world he is navigating. @everytown #endgunviolence hello love. happy valentine's day! {homemade love for my love on his birthday} he's the most encouraging, positive, and creatively supportive husband around, so i wanted to make him something special for his 45th year. i drew this and carved it, then held my breath as i inked it and pulled the first print from it. i could.not.wait to give it to him this morning! life intersects and intertwines. weeks become months become years, until you look around one day and wonder if there was ever a time when you did not wake to see their face each morning. happy birthday to my favorite man @artfarmer “we are all a little weird and life’s a little weird and when we find someone who’s weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." thirteen. my boy. the master of expression. the kid who has always marched to his own rhythm. keep being you, baby, i'm so proud to be your mom. thirteen years ago found me kneeling at the banks of the river to channel her energy, to sink my knees into her wet earth after months of flooding rains. to ground myself, to tap into something greater than me, to channel the warrior women who came before me in lineage. to find strength from something, anything, bigger than me, to help guide me through homebirth. today i fall down the rabbit hole of old photos, old lives… and become that mom. the mom that hugs him while saying “20 hours of back labor.” he knows the story of his beginning: the coyotes, the birth tub, the out of body experience and the power of love radiating from the ten pound baby in my arms. today i am that mom that holds the memories, in the hours leading us to 3am. remembering the mud caked to the hem of my skirt and the blood on my thighs. the birth. the babe. the mother. thirteen years in the blink of an eye.
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