Category Archives: Journal
Poser
Currently, in my closet, I have the capacity to dress as a hoochie mama, a hippie freak, a transient, a 14-year-old boy, or an exotic dancer. I do not have the clothes of a professional photographer. What does a professional … Continue reading
Photo of the Day: My son, the Muppet
This is the quintessential Andrew photo–in a “Potty Like a Rockstar” tee, little tufts of red wool rug stuck to his diaper (and sometimes found IN his diaper when he has a little rug snack), chubby, linebacker thighs with rolls … Continue reading
Growth Spurt
I’m not Terry. I’m a befuddled, sleep-deprived, tousled-hair, dried-up, coffee-needing, starving husk of woman whose baby is not taking in nourishing breastmilk all night long, but instead sucking brain cells OUT THROUGH HER NIPPLES. And I know I’m not the … Continue reading
Letting my Freak Flag… Take a Hiatus?
I keep a vigilant eye on my mirror. And I’ve noticed age creeping up on me, sneaking up and setting up housekeeping in the corners of my eyes, in the pain in my back, in the length and silvering of … Continue reading
Training Wheels
I’ve been carrying a 15/16″ wrench in my back pocket for 3.5 years now. It’s just this thing I do, whenever I take the kids for a bike ride. Most times, Kelsey and Laurel will get on their training-wheel-equipped bicycles, … Continue reading