Category: motherhood

seeking solace

it’s almost impossible to believe that things in the boston area have gotten even crazier since my  last post about the marathon.  and i’m one of those people that glues myself to any form of news updates every hour of the day, in events…

letter to my daughter

to my daughter, you are my shadow, my friend, my love.  this weekend, you played dress up so i could practice taking photos in different lighting.  so, you became my ballerina, my rocker, my librarian, my chef.  you then decided that you wanted to…