the beauty of an ordinary life
This post is part of a series that explores that simple, complicated idea of "home" as I try to reconcile my now-empty nest and conflicting feelings about my hometown. In the 23 years since I came "home" to Memphis (not intending to stay more than six months), I've thought a great deal about the psychological … Continue reading Homebuilding.
What I’m still learning, after 21 years of motherhood, is that healthy attachment requires release, learning how to hold dear and let go at the same time.
I jumped into photography the same way I jumped into countless other things: enthusiastic, certain, and ignorant. At that time, in the beginning, I hadn't the faintest idea of how a camera worked, much less the chemical science behind film or printing. I had Ansel Adams posters on my bedroom wall and a book titled … Continue reading Rel__s_.
Caring for one another, across generations and identities, is a human survival skill, an early evolutionary differentiator that is increasingly endangered by our allowing fear and doubt to cloud the path ahead.
When I was in 4th grade, in 1975, my mother started having a self-described "mid-life crisis" that lasted several years. She sought help through counseling and reading, and one of the books she read was a wildly popular bestseller that I'd dismissed, until now.
When my children were little, during the age of great dependency, I sometimes, oftentimes, struggled in my job as their mother. My struggles were laid bare most visibly on weekends, holidays and vacations. Particularly at the beach. **** Once, we loaded the last bag in the car at almost noon, the first Saturday of spring … Continue reading Restore.
I'll start by cleaning out the "drafts" folder. Deal? "Treat it like a friend," the man -- a master breadmaker -- said. "Check in on it every now and then, but don't hover. Feed it once in a while. Don't obsess." We were at a funeral service, he and I and a few hundred other … Continue reading Recommiting.
Six years and four months ago, I hit a breaking point in what had been a long and productive career in corporate marketing. It turned out to be a life-changing experience.
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