It goes without saying that I love my country. In a way that only a girl who was picked up from her former life and dropped off in Kansas in what felt like her own personal twister at the age of 13, all due to being a part of the military, can love it. *Exhale*...
I was young…3 years old perhaps. My Dad’s car had just run out of gas on the highway and we were en route to save the day. My Mom snapped my brother and I into the backseat and she hopped behind the wheel. At the last minute, I asked if I could move to the...
Minus one disoriented dog, a fit-taking 4-year old and one verbal altercation between myself and the woman who gave birth to me, our family session was quite successful. As quick and painless as possible, we did what we needed to do, had our pictures taken and moved on with the rest of our day. It...
Remember all those things I said about Briley last Friday? It holds true for this little guy as well. I welcomed him as my first little man among my many female clients last year and have grown to adore his sweet smiles, agitated brow furrows and stinky diapers. From day one he hasn’t hesitated in...
I’ve mentioned before that I’m a crier. Like…no need to release the floodgates in Canada – Jeni’s got it covered…kind of crier…big time crier right here. I cry at weddings during special dances and special moments…I cry at maternity sessions because the prospect of new life frightens and excites me all at the same time…I...
