Fifty-Two Frames: Quiet

So did you hear the one about the time a 15-year-old asked me about that pic I posted on instagram, and I told her excitedly how I had found my old Walkman in my childhood bedroom, and she looked at me with a sympathetic smile and asked me, ‘what is that?’

I hit play and miraculously it still had juice enough to pick up where it had last been left… some 90s song… good times.

And so what if that was 20 years ago.

Week 32: Quiet

Remember the old days when you’d put on big ole earphones, press an actual button, and shut yourself out with noise?

Fifty-Two Frames: Women

After attempting a lot of set-up shots that just didn’t work, I made a Hail Mary pass when, while juggling 3639846 things, I noticed Bebe standing at the window.

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Week 28: Women

After three years of working from home, I went back to an office this week. The week that war threatens my kids, I’m no longer a 5 minute drive from them. I’ve been struggling with this fact, and then I remember my original intent: I can show them, my boy or girls, what a woman can do. A woman can work, and parent, and move, and care, and thrive, and love, all in one day, all in the same moment. Since having a second daughter four months ago, the kind of example I set them has been a constant thought. And then there are moments when I see how my older girl can move, can care, can thrive, can love, that I realize… she’s on the path to becoming that kind of woman, too.