In many ways, there is nothing uniquely special about this photo of my two daughters looking at, and laughter into, each others gaze. This is a scene I could photograph countless times during each day in which the family calendar is an empty square of white, each day these two […]
Last summer, the Bear spent 90 minutes in a radio studio, live on-air on Sirius XM Kids Place Live with Jack Forman, quite literally Live From The Monkey House. Moments before she adjusted the Sony headphones and leaned into the fuzzy microphone, we were breaking bread with Jack and his […]
There was a photo I took in the fall of 2006, of the Bear in southern France. She was wearing a sky blue long sleeve shirt, solid blue with no pattern or design, the sun beamed down on her forehead, and the wind was blowing her hair just so, giving […]
A year ago, this would have made no sense to them, and, frankly to me as well. It had been decades, after all. And so I too hadn’t the foggiest of ideas as to what the Forest Moon of Endor was or meant. But there we were, last month, hiking […]
*My apologies if you’ve already seen and read this on Instagram. Here’s the latest in OWTK’s Photos of Growing Up series, a series of posts that will be more prominent in 2015. Promise. In the spaces between her flute practice, singing of improvisational nonsense songs, pleas for a snack, and […]
It came from nothing. Moments like these are typically brutal in their efficacy. She’d lost it at school and I’m guessing that ignited conversations which, following the usual path, stoked 5th grade doubts. It’s only natural and I’m not upset. I will not, however, seek confirmation of my theories here. […]
“What would it take to gain acceptance, to the grounds behind your eyes.” — Conor Oberst “Artifact #1” Over the past decade, I’ve been able to easily hashtag her as #happy, #sad, #angry, #tired, #exuberant, and so on. She was the USA Today. A swift, easy read. Colorful and pleasant. […]
It was the kind of day from which postcards are born: blue skies, cool temps, big smiles, open minds, and kind hearts. We’d arrived at Pont du Gard in southern France with our eager 2 1/2-year-old daughter; eager to get out of her car seat, eager to run free, eager […]
