Welcoming the New Girl

Welcoming the New Girl

You’ve seen her.  At church.  At the family dinner table.  At book club.  At the gym.   She’s the one who’s moved from the next town over, the sister-in-law your brother married, the college student who feels misplaced, the foreigner who is still learning cultural idioms. She’s the new girl. Life as the new girl is…

Strength: Body and Spirit

Strength: Body and Spirit

I feel my strongest when I’m at my weakest.  I was at the gym, proud of my just-finished strength-training routine.  My legs were so fatigued, I barely made it down the stairs to the parking lot as I fought through the trembling muscles.  Yet in the weakness, there was the underlying reality that I knew…

Treadmill Perspective

Treadmill Perspective

I had barely lasted a half mile.  As in, I hadn’t even hit the half mile mark. As in, I had barely even begun my workout. The grumbling started earlier than normal.  My muscles grumbled, my brain grumbled, my heart grumbled, my lungs grumbled.  Grumblegrumblegrumble.  I didn’t want to be running, I didn’t want to…

One Act of Thanksgiving

One Act of Thanksgiving

My year ended softly, gently.  A welcome respite from the past several months of turmoil and emotion and change and adjustments,  I spent the first day of the new year with one of my dearest friends reflecting on the past year and preparing (bracing, really) for a new one.  During the season of refreshment, she…

A Call to Love

A Call to Love

I didn’t know I was supposed to hate Valentine’s Day. At least, not until I was almost passed over at a seventh grade homeschool group Valentine’s Party at the roller skating rink. I was the last girl given a daffodil by the most popular boy in the group; he started with probably twenty hand-picked flowers….

Life is an Airport

Life is an Airport

Her yellow crocs with tan hosiery under the calf-length brown skirt were the most noticeable at first, until I saw that his fashion hero was The Man With the Yellow Hat and realized both splashes of yellow matched her very vibrant vest. He leaned heavily on his cane, clinging to his boarding passes and glancing…

Why I’m a photographer

Why I’m a photographer

I am a photographer; a photographer to the very core of my being. I see the world as a series of snapshots, a compilation of images to compose, collect, and remember. As I coped through those first days of culture shock, I almost forgot that imperative truth about myself. I tried to see the world without my camera and process what I saw without a digital memory. It didn’t work.

The End.

The End.