Annual Family Self Portraits






I pedaled some more. I had to. The six mile “easy” ride had somehow turned into an eleven mile tour of every hill in Forsyth County and my muscles weren’t too impressed. Strava’s tally of the ride would make it worth it, but that’s later; right now, I needed a break. A few minutes to…
He gave the man a little information, answered a few questions, signed a piece of paper, picked a pin number, and then [drumroll] handed the card to me. My library card. Well, HIS library card. I can’t get one until after all the paperwork finishes its season in the bureaucratic minefield and declares it acceptable…
My day started at 3:45am when I almost fell back asleep in the shower. Somethings are just inevitable. I can sleep anywhere at that ridiculous hour; anything can happen at 3:45am. Please note: that was 345am EST. Yes, eastern time. I was on my first airplane by 7:15am and landed in Arizona at 9am local…
It’s her turn to be celebrated. Her turn to look forward to a crayon-and-construction-paper offering after a couple years of diaper changes and midnight feedings. Her turn to receive a free carnation just for going to the florist’s shop this week. Her turn for a breakfast in bed. Her turn for, well, a day in…
It had been a short ride, an easy one. We had only enough time to push the bike onto the ferry with all seven of the load’s cars, pay our fare, and breathe the salt filled waves before we were docking on the other side of the crossing. It was a ferry ride to an…