Wild like the sea
Bright like the sun
Flying free
Until the day is done
Night into day
Day into dreams
Love what you say
Be what you seem
Tagged: girls trip, Mexico, photography, Tulum
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Posts tagged “photography”
As Lucas is Confirmed, accepting responsibility of his faith, we celebrate the friendships and the support and love from family that blesses him each day.
Tagged: Confirmation, family, Lucas, photography
There is nothing more poetic, more spontaneous and more memorable than a first. They create an indelible mark on our very fabric. And there is nothing more prescient about a first than their inability to be replicated. And there’s the sting.
Until you have a child…
I wrote this 7 years ago for Lucas’ 7th birthday. Now he’s 14 and I’m excited for him to experience his first Homecoming as I am flooded with memories of my own. The dressing up, the dinner out, the dancing, the independence and the friends. This is his first, not mine, and these are his memories to make. But boy is it fun going along for the ride!
Tagged: childhood, homecoming, photography, teenagers
When the kids were young we filled every weekend with outings whether to a museum or a farm, hands-on indoors or climbing outdoors. We packed the snacks, packed it all in in the hopes these memories would be indelible and if not, we’d remember for them with the hundreds of photos I’d capture chasing them around. In all our outings we never went to National Children’s Museum. This past weekend I explored this small gem of an experience with my soon to be 11 and 12 year olds. The bubble machine worked easily for us, knowing to raise the bar quickly before it could pop. We knew to stack the cars with weights to make them go faster and we hit home runs in the baseball simulator, we were able to make the basket with the air propelled basketball game and set records on the speed reaction game. They hit their heads multiple times climbing through the Dream Machine and came speeding down the slide, their weight propelling them. They were by far the oldest and biggest kids in the museum and they had the most fun. They understood the special, they marveled when they should and they simply loved playing. While I loved our outings when they were little I was equally exhausted. But this day we all got to be kids again.
Tagged: National Children's Museum, photography, play, Washington DC
The Teri and Shari Malone Foundation is a non-profit organization dedicated to recognizing and developing the talents of selected eighth grade students from Loudoun County schools through scholarship grants. The Foundation is committed to remembering a talented set of twins who tragically lost their lives shortly after finishing their eighth grade year in school. Friends of the family established this Foundation to honor the girls in 1991.
Middle schools in Loudoun County, and select dance studios, choose the current year’s recipients, selected in one of the five areas of study in which the Malone twins themselves excelled. While Lucas is a student in Fairfax County because he studies dance in Loudoun County they were able to grant an exception. We are grateful for this recognition, for the staff and coaches at the dance studio that believe in him, that inspire him and that gave him this opportunity.
Tagged: Creative Dance Center, dance, Lucas, Malone foundation, photography
The other night Oliver asked me if he could buy lunch the next day. He was excited about the pizza and the chilled sliced peaches. My heart warmed and I broke out in laughter; the details of the chilled and the sliced included.
This was our first week back to school. Back in person, in new schools for Lucas and Penny. After so much time of being disconnected, separated, idle and lonely it was joyous to wake them up, dress them up, pack them up and walk them out of the house to see friends and neighbors emerge to a new day. They are connecting with old friends while trying to make new, figuring out which way to walk and which way to look while I obsess over who might be mean and if a year practically lost academically will be recoverable.
Lucas comes home and complains of the age of the school and the lack of windows. He’s not quite vibing yet as he’s adjusting to the new student body that will be his world for the next four years. Penny is excited on certain days when she sees her closest friends and dreads the other days because she has Math. And Oliver is simply happy and content and easily reports the news of the day, no social anxieties plaguing his day.
I am excited and apprehensive of the next four years that await Lucas. I know I, as a parent, need to step up my game and learn all the things that matter to colleges while ensuring he’s well adjusted, well rounded and well liked. I am anxious for Penny because she is my daughter and navigating friendships and herself in these next two years is probably the most transformative and fraught. And I am comforted by Oliver. Before angst and moodiness, before he cares about his outfit, before he gets too big to pick up, before I am no longer his center. He simply looks forward to tomorrow and his chilled sliced peaches.
June 2014
Tagged: childhood, parenthood, photography, Writing
Tagged: Costa Rica, photography, pura vida, surfing, Tamarindo, travel
Tagged: Costa Rica, photography, travel, zip lining
Tagged: Costa Rica, family vacation, photography, travel
Hair represents strength and beauty. In some cultures hair is believed to be your connection to Mother Earth. Her hair means tangles and knots, getting caught in her food, her backpack, her jacket. Her hair trails behind her when she runs and leaps, falls and tumbles when she collapses from a backbend or laughter, splays around her sleeping face. Her hair represents childhood.
She wore her long locks with pride, her dedication and discipline showing in every inch. I only saw tangles and hassle. I began a campaign to encourage her to cut her hair by making it an act of good. Her precious locks would be donated to a child suffering from hair loss. But the thought of losing 12 inches was too much so I waited. With her 12th birthday approaching I decided to renew my campaign, using the significance of this date as a motivator to leave elementary school behind with a fresh new look for middle school. To my surprise she agreed. And to my surprise I was overcome with emotions as I saw those precious locks falling to the floor. Each lock held a carefree, childhood memory. And as I watched what I thought would be a joyous, celebratory moment I felt sad for what we were losing and what I will continue to lose.
Tagged: 12th birthday, chilldhood, Penny, photography
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