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So I met this girl. I fell in love with her, and it was the easiest thing I'd ever done. Falling wasn't even the right word; it was more like the gentle fitting into place of perfectly matched pieces, or falling into step with someone whose...

To all of the strong, inspiring women in my life- thank you. You inspire me every day with your tenacity, your beauty, your creativity and generosity. I really do believe I have the best job in the world, and it's because of you. I started out...

Then 7 years ago, I went to the cabin for the summer. I took the kids (4 of them at the time, my Keeper Three plus a foster daughter). My children were complicated and difficult, their special needs and behaviours draining, but I had started to think that maybe...

I first met Miss C at a blues dance workshop, and in less than a minute I knew that A) I needed to photograph her and B) we needed to be friends.* Not necessarily in that order. However, thanks to some late-in-the-game social skill acquisition I did...

I have been looking forward to this wedding for years. Crystal is one of those clients who was a friend before her first session was over (and her wedding is shoot 7, in case you were counting- hasn't anyone warned you that good photography is...

I just finished writing out the recipe for my iron-rich Women's Secret Gingerbread, which is a recipe I adapted to fill it with iron for those times in a woman's life when she needs a little boost. Having gone to the effort of writing it...

The internet is a shitty, scary place right now, reflecting all the shitty scary parts of the world that I normally don't have to see up close. It's not the attacks in Paris, or the much less publicised attacks in Beirut and Baghdad. Those are...

I am here. The highway out of Florence gave way quickly to stunning Italian landscapes that were like scenes out of a movie; rolling deep green hills striped with rows of grape vines and olive trees, charming red-roofed stone houses scattered carelessly about like it was...

Full. That is the first word that comes to mind when I think of Florence. Full of people, imposing stone buildings, history, art. Full of gelaterias and storefronts selling cannoli, pizza...

Her feet touched the asphalt and she almost stumbled, legs jelly from the flight, and took a deep breath of this new air around her. It was night, would have been dark but the runway was bright around her, busses waiting to take them to the...

I often don't feel that way. I feel badly for my busy schedule or my short temper, for not wanting to hear the backstory of every Monster High doll or inspect each individual line my son draws on the card he's making. I wish I...