Note from your preschool teacher.

Dear Parent,

I love your child.  We have a blast playing every day. He/She laughs at the simplest of acts.  You know that laugh, the one where you can feel their inner adult coming out.  I often spend time trying to hear that sound come out of your child.

Laughter is the main idea I have in my preschool program!  We use our imagination to run around and act like monkeys or zebras, we fly in pretend spaceships, we caught an alien, all while learning real life.

Sometimes your child struggles.  They all do.  I am always going to tell you where your child struggles because, I am the first hope of helping your child become amazing in school.  You got this at home, I promise to be here in school.

Sometimes your child is going to get picked on or pick on another child or even BITE.  NO your child isn’t bad.  They are figuring out their way, at this time in life.  I will never judge your child. I will redirect them and help with making better choices, just like you would on the playground.

I will always tell you when he/she has decided peanut butter and jelly is gross.  I won’t force your child to eat.  They dont starve if they don’t like your lunch.  Would you want to eat a mushy sandwich happily? Me neither.  I wish I could share my own but state laws so NO!  I’m sorry.  I’ll teach them to share in other ways.

I am going to hug your children when they fall, scrape their knee, or their feelings are hurt.  Sometimes just one hug can make the difference.  I will also give a band aid even if there is no wound to show for the pain.  It’s just a band aid and sometimes its worth giving one up.

I am not just the teacher of your child.  I am your friend, your eyes when you can’t be there, and the other person showing your child real life and dedication.

I am here for your child and I will teach your child to be there for all other children.  I am teaching them this lesson along the side of you, the parent.

Thank you for being a great parent and raising an adorable child.



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Got Fall Depression? 10 Ways to enjoy your holiday!

Holidays are upon us, families are getting together, celebrations are all around us, friends are flying in from other states, holiday cards come to your mailbox. People are putting their best foot forward and singing carols to older folks. Happy children are all around us, chasing the Elf on the Shelf and writing Santa letters, begging for their current entire year’s bad behavior to be dismissed! It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

If all of these amazing things are surrounding us, then “Why do people have higher levels of depression during this time of year?”

To read how the 10 ways please go to my Union Times Article!

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Party time is here: How to “clean” your home in 30 minutes.

The party is at your house this year. Your entire family is coming over, new friends from work, and the 5th grade chorus.

Maybe you are excited, maybe you are not! Either way it’s the day before the big event and the last thing to do is…clean your ENTIRE house from top to bottom. Just to be clear, we clean our home so people can trample through it and we can clean it again tomorrow. Yes this is what we do.

Since we will continue to make this choice, let’s identify that there are 3 levels of cleanliness in a home.

Click on my Union Times Post to read  how to clean your home in 30 minutes!


My journey to capture life…..

Every story, moment, feeling, emotion, is able to be captured.  People have amazing records of  history through art, photographs and writing. Everyone has their own version of the memories.  They become the stories that we tell, folk lore that we have learned, and the history passed down from generation to generation, changing and growing as they evolve and finally reach our children and their children’s children.

Throughout my life,  I have always photographed as many moments that I could.  I have photographs from when I was in 6th grade, dancing with my friends, 7th grade at field hockey practice, 8th grades dinner dance, and so on throughout high school, into college, and the camera never stopped after that.  Moment after moment captured inside of a frame.  History recorded and documented through the photographs, through my eyes.  Mind you, they aren’t the best photos, with my 35mm, yellow, under water camera, that my mother said “I don’t care if you break this one.”   I would gladly take that camera with the hope that I could capture the story of my life.

My life long journey of  photographs are all stored now in albums, boxes, canvas’s, on the walls in frames, on social media, and so on.  They sit near my parents stories and their parents and so on. They are browsed through periodically and I feel all of the emotion from the day they were taken. Newer memories don’t even make it off of my hard drive.

Some photos are just memories of people who no longer exist in this world.  Photos of people I miss and I wish they were still with us.  Sometimes I long for our friendships, as they were, when we were younger.  I no longer long for this because I feel sad.  I gladly embrace the photographs (the memories) and I am amazed to have them all. However, I can’t help to allow moments of wanting to reach back in and be that person, if even for a second.   I long to feel that moment and the power of just being there again.  The thought of embracing someone who I can no longer, sinks in, as I reach back into these images. DMW_4338.JPG

I have contemplated the idea of creating a wall of frameless collaged photographs, however the fear of ruining all the photos holds me back! I often find that I want to hold onto the memories more than I should.  I can remember details when I look at the likeness.  The distinct smells around me, the feeling I had at the moment, the laughter or lack their of, in the captured story.  I can remember conversations and all that was around me.  It’s as if, just a photograph, can bring that life back to me.

My photography has led me to my career.  A successful career of photographing others, capturing their lives and their happiness.  I spent years loving that I was a part of someone else’s memory, if even for a moment.  I love that there are walls around the globe with photos that I have taken.  Friendships that I have created by just being on a beach in the Dominican Republican and emailing a photograph to a stranger because, I captured their memory.

Their have been moments in my life that I chose to not hold my camera in my hand.  I have just recently (6 months ago) completely stepped out of that pain.  I gave up on wanting to capture many moments when I sat through a divorce, the death of my mother, the loss of my home, the turmoil of my family, and I lived a disconnect from that life.  I forced myself to photograph happy family’s because it was my job and yet it killed me internally for about a year.  With the holidays in full swing,  I long for my mother and wish things were the same, if even just for one more photograph.

I am now back to my old ways, capturing moments as they come to me.  I am free to recreate memories and make sure that the future knows the people from their past.  I embrace that my children will remember their stories, even if it brings a pang of ache, for a moment. I photograph our family as it is now…

My journey to capture life continues, I will be remembered for the portraits I have taken and I will grow, even if I cry a tear or two when I look at my walls.







How do I dedicate to my dreams?

It isn’t an easy job for people to dedicate time everyday to their dreams. Excuses often fill their head and “Nay Sayers” can leak in. It’s especially scary when your dream relies solely on YOU. Career choices such as writing, playing music, drawing, blogging, being a college student and any other jobs that are solely focused around PERSONAL DEDICATION and your own skill set, are challenging. It is hard to be a success in areas where you hold yourself accountable and no one else pushes you.

We all give credit to successful authors,musicians,writers,artists,students, and any other careers that took years and years with hard work to obtain. Years and years of hyper focused concentration. They saw their dream and continued working on it until they succeeded. We want to harness that ability and love our careers and live our dreams too.


“Mom, you’re embarrasing.”

Embarrassing…. My young daughter has decided that I am embarrassing! Can you believe that?  I mean truly… embarrassing?

The only reason I chose to even leave the house today, in the rain, is because the paint fumes in the house were forcing us out.  It was either pass out from polyurethane or go to Star Bucks.

We drive over to Star Bucks. I am so excited for my girl date, that I even leave my cell phone in the car!  We are walking towards the door and I mention how excited I am to go inside with her,get tea, and sit and chat.

Her head spun around like she was hit in the head with a baseball bat.  She loudly questioned me, “What? We are NOT sitting in Star Bucks!”

In utter confusion, I explain that indeed we are sitting in Star Bucks and it will be fun.   We need to kill time before we go back to the poisonous noxious fumes.

“Mom, no offense, but no way, you’re embarrassing.”

At this moment I realize I dont like this conversation. My response: “REALLY!!!!!!  REALLY!  Embarrassing…

So I’m not embarrassing to go shopping with when  you need my cash, or my car, or my credit card but just to have a cup of tea?!   What could I possibly do to embarrass someone over tea?”

I turned around and headed back to the car with confused tweener walking behind me. “Wait we AREN’T getting Star Bucks mom?”

Not until I’m done being embarrassing!

What do you do that embarrasses  your kids!?DMW_0893


Home is where you place yourself.

She found it very difficult to leave her  marital home after many years of marriage.  She hated the idea of someone else painting the interior, the possibility that they would want to change the new kitchen sink.

She spent many months torn, as to what to do, with the marital home.   She cried when he would tell her to leave. She felt more attached to the memories inside of the home then she did her marriage.

As the marriage divided further and further apart  she held on tighter to the home.   Her children were raised there.  Her memories were placed there.  She shed so many tears and fought so hard to keep her babies safe.

Her final choice to move out of  the home was heart wrenching when truthfully she didn’t want to leave.  It was a constant spinning in her soul.  She knew that she always wanted the home however she couldn’t endure the marriage.  One last “get out”and she left.

She found a place that didn’t fit her normal lifestyle.  She changed everything she was in order to provide for her family.  She settled in areas no one would have expected.

Every picture they hung started their new life. Her tears stopped after a few months and her memories moved on.  Peace became hers in her new home

Home is where you place yourself.