I’m sure some of my family would cluck their teeth that I opted for this celebration over the traditional Easter Sunday Mass, but I’m only human. Hourlong masses and stiff clothing can’t really compete against a day devoted to song and food and drowning in colors. Maybe if Easter Mass could somehow incorporate a Nerf gun fight, I might be tempted to drop in.Read More»
This New Year’s, as I sifted through my Facebook feed, I couldn’t help but notice an almost direct proportionality between peoples’ excitement for the new year and their derision for the last one. The more exuberantly a friend would welcome 2013 with resolutions and affirmations, the more venomously they’d talk about how terrible 2012 was [...]Read More»
Raiding the cupboard earlier today I discovered that my bottle of Blueberry Syrup (meh) that I keep on its side had leaked and syrup had spilled over the shelf into the next one. As I picked up the roll of paper towels and reached to clean the mess, I couldn’t help but notice that it almost looked like a crime scene.
So of course I had to get my camera.Read More»
I’ve never really known my neighbors as an adult. So when I saw that my next-door neighbor was converting his brownstone into a haunted house (at his own time and I’m sure expense as well), I figured the least I could do was offer my studio to trick-or-treaters and their parents, offering to capture their costumes with something a little better than an iphone.Read More»