This is my grandfather in WWII. It’s not his plane, of course. He was fighting for America. But I’ve always been intrigued by this photo, haunted by it. What was the backstory? Did he capture or kill the pilot of this plane? Did he just stumble upon the plane while on patrol and pause for…
I sometimes attach meaning to houses that may be too nostalgic. But houses are where lives are lived, where memories are made, and where the past becomes a marker for understanding the present. And to build them takes a lot of people with different roles. This house is our family cottage, built in 1980 on…
This is my niece, Ava, in her peachy outfit and adorable hat. My hiking buddy, along with my nephews and my sister. Ava was demonstrating the strength of a modern female, posing in the Fearless Girl pose I was teaching her. We’d just survived a horrendous hike so she’d earned this bold pose on top…
The Fearless Girl statue is a bronze representation of me. Well, not really, but rather it’s a representation of how I want to feel every day but often fall short. When I visited New York City in September 2018, the girl statue was facing down a bull on Wall Street. I just love her! I…
Most art collections are housed in halls and museums that inspire awe and reverence. One unique art collection is housed in a building that from the outside is an elegant place built of concrete and manicured gardens with quoi ponds and a lush landscape. But from the inside the museum is meant to resemble a…
Is revision destruction or creation? A hike in upstate New York forced this question on me. In August 2017, my husband and I traveled to the Fingers Lakes area to celebrate my birthday. My husband is less of an adventurist and more of plain ol’ good sport, who likes his wife to be happy and…
