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I missed a lot of my brothers’ growing up days (when I left for college, Will was only 2 years old), but now that I’m back in NJ for a few years, I have been loving my days spent with these boys. They are as different as night and day, but each interesting in their own way. Matt has become a dedicated and impressive athlete, and his basketball games are awesome to watch (Varsity this year!). Will has a sharp wit, mature intellect, and a creative turn of phrase (he’s working on a novel in the pic above). I am so blessed to have such kind-hearted and fun-loving brothers. It’s funny, they are, and have always been, my little brothers (Matthew by 13 years, Will by 16 years)…but somehow, now (as they bypass me in height and strength) they are quietly becoming protectors, in some ways, big brothers.

The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out his nose.

-Garrison Keillor


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happiest moments.

“The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.”

-Thomas Jefferson-

I’ve been loving my family lately: Mom, Dad, Little Bro’s and Sis. Here are some recent shots of my sweet gang:


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that time of day

I love the summertime sun, just at “that time of day” (a very plain sounding, but meaningful phrase we coined in college)…that time when the summer sun is setting, but setting the world ablaze with that golden fiery glow, creating warm shadows of a quiet evening to come.

“Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God;But only he who sees, takes off his shoes”

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

This isn’t my best photo, but I just love the feeling it evokes…(and of course, the subject is just perfect). Summer evening, hair golden in the sunlight, shadows starting to show themselves, and the noisy shrieks and laughter of kids running in the grass…

Thoughts like this make me remember childhood summer evenings, catching fireflies, barefoot, in our nightgowns. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but we had eaten dinner and bathed, and we were allowed out on the front lawn to catch fireflies in jars. My sister, Rachael, had this blue cheetah nightgown (it was mine first…it had come with a stuffed blue cheetah). Mom always wanted us to wear shoes, of course, so we could go to bed with clean feet. But it just felt so good to run outside, fireflies flickering, grass between our toes.

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