My week ran away from me, and took all of my ideas with it. I hate when that happens.
But I did manage to grab this, the calm (sorta) before the storm ...
Yes, that's me. It's one of my most favourite shots of my Mom and I.
She would've been just a bit younger than I am now.
There's a story behind every photograph captured, every snapshot stolen from a moment in time.
I look at this photo, now through...
February 4/1934 - April 21/2005
Five years ago today, I lost my Mom.
I held onto her and told her she could go. I told her it was okay.
She died in my arms.
I had no idea at the time just how damaging that experience would be...
This is my Mom's sewing box.
When I was a little girl, this sewing box fascinated the hell out of me. Both sides lift up and out, like accordion styled wings. I loved to rummage through it and ultimately my goal would always be the buttons. ...
