Monthly Archives: May 2014

On Hello Kitty-less Dresses And Starbucks First Daters

The thing about having a teeny teenager is that when it comes time for her to get dressed up mostly formally for friends’ Bar- and Bat Mitzvahs, we sort of get stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, say, a babyish dress that fits or a grown-up dress…

My Lot

Every so often I sit back and in grass-is-greener moments wonder if I’ve made the right decision to be a work-at-home mama. Maybe it would be nice to get dressed in office attire again. Maybe it would be nice to have actual real-life  conversations. Maybe it would be nice to…

Heeeeeeeey: What I Can Do With One Man’s Trash

See, the thing about being a photographer is at some point you realize that you are basically Nick Moore from Family Ties. Heeeeeeeeey.  Because now there’s not a garage sale that I miss, and there’s not a piece of old, ratty, decrepit, possibly full-of-bedbugs furniture sitting at the side of…

It’s LeviOsa, Not LeviosAR!

Him: Look at this picture of my dad and I. Me: My dad and me. Him: No, you weren’t there. And that’s not your dad. It’s basically a reflex at this point. I don’t even realize that I’m doing it. I’m A Corrector. I’m quite literally bringing my work home…

Isabella, Queen Of The Ailments

Is there anything more frightening than waking up to a pair of eyes staring at you in the night? The answer is no. No there is not. (Not even when your kitchen faucet turns on by itself when you are home alone.) That’s how I woke up at 4am yesterday. And…

To A Crier On Her 36th Birthday

Today I turned 36. I had no real expectations for my birthday. Other than cake, of course.  My children truly are wonderful creatures with big, giant puffy hearts. This morning they were up super early showering me with homemade gifts full of “you can pinch my butt-chocks whenever you want”…

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