If your family is anything like mine, it is tightly knit, spread and spiderwebbed like a tapestry, knotted, beautiful, and warm, with soft threads from constant use. Also, it is full of stains from grubby fingers and flour dust from making homemade pierogis. I am one of 24 first cousins (all but two of them […]
At Brooklyn Bridge Park on one of the first warm days this spring, I photographed the Dary Family, Jen, Chris, and Noah. Oh, Bean. What a light-filled little lad! You are sunshine in peanut form. Noah was the first chitlin that I nannied for after I moved to Brooklyn, and from five months to 1.5 […]
(3/29/14) 2:56a – I blinked and March finished in a succession of quick minutes as winter instead of spring. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – […]
Central Pennsylvania remains one of the strongholds of my heart. Spending four years of college there – as well as countless months, hours, and minutes always visiting for long weekends and hootenannies since then – keeps it as fresh and deep inside of me as a cold, clear spring in the desert. It is always […]
(9/14/13) It is a special kind of clean to soak off the grubby sweat and dirt from seven long hours in the car with a bubbling hot tub, then dive in a cold pool and later shower off the chlorine. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – […]
