Unboring
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Unboring

I will always remember my senior portrait. But not in a good way. I walked into Wal-Mart’s portrait studio (yes, I did say Wal-Mart. don’t judge.) to sit on a very uncomfortable wooden box with black velvet covering it (was the velvet supposed to make me feel special? or to make the seat more comfortable?…

the little moments…

the little moments…

I hate cliches. But there’s one I actually like. (And only one). Life isn’t about the breaths you take, but about the moments that take your breath away. Like when I was standing on the dock at Port Moody, British Columbia. Waiting for the bride to show up at her hair appointment. Trying to get…

We Three Kids

We Three Kids

 “Mooooom, she’s not cleaning her side of the room!” I would yell, in a desperate attempt to get Joanna to actually stop drawing a picture and do the work that had been assigned. Usually, it didn’t work until Mom actually *came* down the hall, looked at the evidence of Hurricane Joanna, and stayed with us…

I think he’s proud.

I think he’s proud.

I put down my camera for a minute and leaned  over to ask my Dad the pressing question: “When you bought Joanna her harp 7 years ago, did you have any idea the opportunities it would bring her and the many things she would do with it?” At that, the next scene began in Community…

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