My Mom is My…
In celebration of my birthday this year, my dear friend Chrissy came from Washington, DC for a coastal celebration. We had just shy of 48 hours in Victoria, so crammed all the highlights (and a few lowlights) into our time. Victoria is a 90 minute ferry ride from Tsawassen; meandering through the islands is bliss,…
I didn’t think I would ever arrive. I decided a couple quick flights would be the easiest way to get from Greensboro to Chattanooga. Theoretically, I was right. A twenty-two minute flight GSO to CLT, a ninety minute flight CLT to CHA, done. In the past four years of nonstop flying, I’ve never experienced exhorbitant…
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…
I didn’t realize how stifled I am without a camera in my hand. Two weeks ago, my camera was dropped and almost totaled. My favorite lens is ruined and the shutter-release button is handicapped. (It wasn’t working at all until my brother did a procedure in lieu of sending it off for repair.) I’ll have…
Aren’t we four and ten still? Writing secret messages back and forth when we were supposed to be asleep? (Sorry, Mom & Dad.) Aren’t we six and twelve still? Bickering over who had to make the bed and what the standard of “clean” would pass for a clean room? Aren’t we just eight and fourteen, facing the enormity of a…
Are your photos from the 90s sitting in an overflowing box somewhere on the top shelf of a dark closet, disorganized and forgotten? I’ll bet they are. And I’ll also bet this is a project that terrifies you to begin. You’re one part emotionally overwhelmed by the idea of looking through all those memories and…