I reach for a fairy tale (or retelling of one) nine times out of ten when I pick up a book.
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I reach for a fairy tale (or retelling of one) nine times out of ten when I pick up a book.
I’d started dreaming of the desert, having grown up mostly on the East Coast and right smack dab in the middle of Oklahoma I longed for something different.
South Padre is everything you’d expect from a touristy beach town. Lots of brightly colored souvior shops with kitschy items that both kids loved, tiny bathing suits, funny (and risqué) T-shirt’s, and giant fish complete neon and flashing lights.
There are things that remind me, tugging me into the past, the scent of homemade bread and oatmeal cookies, the taste of sun ripened tomatoes still hot from the summer garden.
My kids got tired of playing with the Christmas lights way before I was tired of taking photos.
2017 brought so many magical moments and as I started it go through photos it was hard to narrow down what I wanted to share.
Dallas seems to be a city we end up in a lot. Usually we're passing through, on our way to or from some place else, places down dirt roads and hiking trails. But this time we set it as our destination and took the scenic way down.
The best parts of me, the worthwhile bits, anything that's good comes from them.
My mother is a pair of hands first; a blurred figure, a face I tilt my neck back to see. The flash of a smile, a pair of arms that reach around me and lift.