Christmas at Grandma’s

“Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one!””  I realize C.S. Lewis was not actually thinking of photographers when he defined friendship in The Four Loves, but he did hit the nail on the head. Over the past several months, I’ve been…

Arizona has been long cherished in my heart of hearts:  the huge sky gives my soul room to breathe, the morning birds sing a familiar only-in-African tune, the year-round wall of warm air outside every door is delightful.   My college roommate lives in Phoenix.  My brother lives in Tucson. My cheerleader-adopted-mom lives in Yuma….

Twenty months ago, I stood on the concrete doorstep of a two-room house in the middle of nowhere. Literally the middle of nowhere. For the past two weeks, we had been cooking for a group of loud, hard working, heavy-eating Canadians. They had been busy, definitely working hard, but also playing hard. Between the lot…

I don’t understand how this has happened. I really don’t. She’s supposed to still be my baby sister. We’re still sharing a room, fighting over the closet space, nagging each other to turn off the lights earlier (or be quieter in the morning). She’s still writing me messages when we’re supposed to be going to…

The girl who loves pink married the boy who loves orange. Yes, pink and orange. Trendy, funky, and sentimental.  Definitely not expected. Oh – and no lace hearts or pastel butter mints. Not that lace hearts are bad, I just wanted to do something different for my friend, something unique, and something with a personal…