So I don’t forget it
Tonight my dad gave me the best compliment I’ve ever gotten. He said I’m “the kind of person who can change the world.” I have no idea if he’s right but it knocked the wind outta me when he said it.
Tonight my dad gave me the best compliment I’ve ever gotten. He said I’m “the kind of person who can change the world.” I have no idea if he’s right but it knocked the wind outta me when he said it.
My oldest nephew is about to turn fourteen years old. I remember the kind of shit I was plotting when I was fourteen and I am horrified, proactively, about all the shit this boy is going to get into. Ahhh, memories. So my mom and my oldest nephew came to visit me Friday. We had lunch and went and saw Up. Casey was gobsmacked when we were waiting for our food at Soul Fish and…
My brother and sister both are making silly faces in this shot, but I like it anyway. My dad’s reading from a card my mother bought and stored and forgot about more than a decade ago and just now found in her closet (my packrattery comes honest). He got a good chuckle out of that ancient card, and was pretty excited about the fancy new grill we all chipped in on. Of course, as soon…
Sassy as ever, she is. [Project 365]
Some days your daily pic is nothing new, nothing exciting. Just an old hand-made pot holder that used to be your great-grandmother’s that you hang in your kitchen because it’s beautiful. [Project 365]
I’ve been struggling with sour soul lately, so I did a little bit of unplugging, including from Twitter, and what happens? Last night I get a notification that my mother is now following me. That flash you just saw? That was the illusion that I am not a foul-mouthed, drunken degenerate taking to the sky with pigs. So, Internet, welcome my mother to Twitter. She has three followers right now: Me, my sister, and “Britney…
Mother’s Day this year entailed a giant box of fried chicken (fifty pieces!) and me sipping on sugary homemade margaritas and watching cable on a big-screen TV for nine hours. I gave my mom a couple of mom-and-daughter-themed books and she was so touched that, the next day, she went and got two huge pink peonies out of the flower bed and brought them in while serenading me with “You Are So Beautiful.” She’s the…
ACT ONE Mom (straightening her reading glasses): This is the Sarah Palin look. Dad: Yeah, but she’s got all of her teeth. Mom: And her husband’s good looking, too! Krissie: And one of her children is mentally challenged. Which one of us would that be? Dad: Do you really want me to answer that? ACT TWO Patrick and the Mystery Drink from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
My mother has been grieving for weeks over a ring that my dad gave her on April 1 four years ago that she lost recently. She left me the saddest voice mail earlier today, first recapping all the local news (my sister has pneumonia, my dad’s heart doctor appointment here in town is for the 9th, etc.) and then wrapping up the message by saying how she was kinda down today because of the missing…
Programming Note: This week I’m challenging myself to shoot only with my fixed 50mm lens, since I rarely ever use it. Let’s see how long that lasts! March is racing past us at a clip I’m uncomfortable with, and 2009 so far has kicked my ass in ways both good and bad. Last year was complete and all-encompassing madness from March until June, and it seems like that’s going to be the case again this…
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