latest thoughts
on death and loss.
I have to admit that I used to believe that I didn’t have a lot of experience with death. I’ve had family members pass away in my lifetime, sure. I attended both my maternal grandmother (I was 9) and great-grandmother’s (I was 27) funerals. A maternal cousin passed away early this year at age 35. My paternal grandmother passed away when I was 28 or 29, we’re not exactly sure
illuminate
threadbare.
Photo by Trym Nilsen on Unsplash My favorite pajama pants are nearing the end of their life. I discovered a series of small holes along the seam of the crotch and it made me a bit sad. I’ve had these sweats for several years and I’m not quite ready to part ways with them yet. When I first bought them, they were so soft. The fleece lining was fuzzy and felt like it
suitcase stories
life in Flag-town.
Well, I don’t think that I will be getting the opportunity to do my photo tour of Flagstaff this week, but as we drove around today, I started making a list of everything that I have to document on film…from the church I grew up in to my high school to the best pizza joint in town. I’m so excited that I can barely stand it. Just being here brings