On Motherhood & Sanity


Wednesday, June 28, 2017

on light, kitchens and life changing transitions



This is from our last days in NY last year. I wanted light to be the main focus on the photo I put up  today. I meant to take one, but then came across this one which I love and don't think I've posted yet anywhere. It's part of the Transitions series that I started where I try to capture the subtle but radical change my children are going through. Morphing from children to tweens....  sometime not too far in the distance rebel teens and then adults.   

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

a whatever-whatever challenge

I've decided to start  a whatever-whatever challenge.

Basically, I am barely writing or taking photos anymore, so I am challenging myself to post one photo (or write) every day for the next month, which wont be easy because I have a VERY TIGHT DEADLINE (ain't it always the case) ... (and actually it is what I SHOULD  be doing right now).

I didn't even bother naming the challenge, but really it should be called the get-off-your-butt-and-do-something-else challenge.

If there's something you've been meaning to do, or do more of, this is your chance! jump on the whatever-whatever challenge and join me. Completely random dates,  June 27 to July 26.

 So this is my photo for today. It goes with a long story that I really don't have time to unpack today, but the short version is: this is Rufina (on the right). She joined our family  2 weeks ago, (too soon) after our lovely puppy died. She is 13 weeks old and a mix of Maltese and poodle, (we suspect toy poodle as she is absolutely tiny.)

A few days after her arrival we realized she is completely and utterly deaf.  My  already weak resolve to keep her wavered, but her disability, coupled with her absolutely charming spirit won me over.  So now we are learning dog  sign language (because that apparently IS a thing).

She is a happy carefree dog that is in her head much bigger than in reality, and she attacks my feet (and other non animated objets) with the same fierceness  a puma attacks  a crocodile.  She had however until now been petrified of other dogs. So we engineered  this meet up with another small dog. Initially she would just dart as fast as she could in the opposite direction. But eventually curiosity got the best of her. This is that moment.    Notice the tension (and joy) in her body. Back legs ready to dart if necessary. She rose up to the challenge.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Transitions, March family self portrait



The family self portrait  project started in January 2011. 
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.  
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own

also,
Every family should do this. It's an amazing record of the little things that matter


To see previous months click on the links below:



2017
2016

Thursday, April 6, 2017

african guadalupe

just felt like it

The Virgen del Guadalupe (Lady of Guadalupe) is one of my favorite images in catholicism. It originates from The Madonna of Tepeyac, Tonantzin and is recognized symbol of Catholic Mexicans.  she's obviously not black, that's my personal touch, as are the masai necklaces 

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

family self portrait Memories of Woodstock



The family self portrait  project started in January 2011. 
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.  
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own

also,
Every family should do this. It's an amazing record of the little things that matter


To see previous months click on the links below:


2017
2016


Sunday, March 26, 2017

different kind of jesus, photo post from the Transitions series



this is not my son. I don't know who this man is. this photo has somehow managed to morph time and skip a few beats ahead...

from the transitions series click here to see the rest of the series, and there to see the first part of the series, domestic bliss

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

family portrait_guest post

by Mila

They say it runs through me



They say it runs through me. They say it defines me.

I’ve seen it slip out of me in times of pain.
And hide, (like a coward) in times of true tribulation.

There is blue blood. There is warm blood.
There is your blood and my blood.
There’s also –apparently- the right blood and the wrong blood.

All I know is I bleed. And you bleed.
All I know is it thumps through my head when I am frightened.
Through my heart when I am scared.
It boils. It’s boiling right now, from anger.

It bathed my son into life.
It bathed my friend into death.

Women bleed often. Sometimes to no end

It once tried to slip from me, all together.
And sometimes, when the future seems bleak, it does it again.

My blood, your blood
Blue blood, true blood

It wears thin coat of skin.

And –apparently- it makes all the difference.