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Thursday, January 30, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Girls
There seems to be something quite primal about these games we play. Girls everywhere do it, it's a ritual we even see in animals. There is the touching and the feeling, and the showing, and a surprising amount of unspoken intimacy. It feels like there is so much hidden behind these games.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
no. sleep. till brooklyn! photo post
look what just popped up on our way to capoeira.... you gotta love brooklyn
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
on new beginnings, photo post
I had the pleasure of meeting and photographing this little one last weekend
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
This is as close as I’m going to get to feeling like a rockstar
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| my bro and sis being actual rockstars…. photo by Carlos Infante Rivera |
People always complain about how hard motherhood is. And by
people I mostly mean me. But there is a short grace period. Somewhere down the
line when you stop being a bugger
carrier and before you become an ignorant source of all evil, that sweetspot
where you can do no wrong.
If I had a wish it would be to be able to see myself through
the eyes of my 6 and 7 year olds. So you get an idea, just
the other day they had a massive fight over who sang better, me or Katy Perry.
Not sure who won. My smile was so wide my cheeks actually covered my ears.
When I sing they listen in awe. When they ask me to draw
something they are always impressed
- “how do you draw so well?” (PS, I don’t, really)
I know everything. I know what words mean. I know what
religion is. I know important things like how the actor from home alone is not
really called Kevin. That what happens in that story is fiction not history (I
even know what fiction is), and who Justin Bieber’s real-life
girlfriend is (like, for real life).
The other day I tried to pull off a self-description of “tall
and skinny” to the reply of:
- “you are not skinny mom, you are the cuddliest”
they can even make “chubby” sound like the best compliment
ever.
So I’ve come to terms with the fact that this, now, is as
close as I’m ever going to get to feeling like a rock star. A gorgeous,
wondrous, near-genius that can do no wrong. And I plan to enjoy every
second of it. I am even
considering recording bits so that I can throw it back at them during the dark
ages, otherwise known as adolescence.
Monday, January 6, 2014
December family portrait, the morning after
My initial plan was pretty much this but the BEFORE version. We would have been all dolled up in out party gear, make up, etc.
Didn't happen.
So instead you get the day after. Hangover, black eyes and all. It's still december because everyone knows that January 1st doesn't count.
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Sticky staggered steps, inane smiles
Delusions heap on shaky chairs
Warm thoughts of warm beds, pillow piles
The party's over; no one cares
Red eyes, crooked hat, voice a croak
Chats hanging, half said, swaying stares
Last round of whiskey for the blokes
The party's over; no one cares
Cold air washes faces, sharp brain pain
Hugs, kisses, new couples, old pairs
Door shuts, bubble bursts, way too caned
The party's over; no one cares
Rock the handrail, rap righteous thoughts
Stumble, Christmas lights, garish glares
Glass eye locks in, the image caught
The party's over; no one cares
Ghost
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The family self portrait project started in January 2011.
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.
The poem is a 2013 addition by a "ghost" writer
Every family should do this.
To see previous months click on the links below:
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2013
2012
August - waiting for Irene, yeah, the hurricane
Thursday, January 2, 2014
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