When I imagine myself writing, I see myself sitting at an antique wood, desk, peering over the top of my laptop through a window that overlooks a foggy English pond. I see dark wood paneling and built-in bookshelves stacked to… Read More »Manifesting my perfect writing spot and forcing myself to write without it
Every year at Christmas and Valentine’s day (and sometimes Easter), I am determined to make sugar cookies and decorate them. And every year, I believe in myself. I believe that the cookies will come out looking like a professional made… Read More »Decorating Cookies is 100% not my one thing
What if Henry VIII wasn’t such an evil man after all? I know, you’re thinking I’m a crazy person, but hear me out. Well, let me back track a bit first. I love historical fiction. I never would have thought… Read More »Maybe Henry Tudor wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
I’ve been dating, engaged to, or married to my husband for over 15 years now. Together we navigated high school, made the mistake of being apart freshman year of college, learned how to be a couple without hanging out at… Read More »How motherhood has changed my work and my work ethic
I don’t remember when I first fell in love with ballet. There’s no clear memory in my head of seeing it and deciding that I loved it. I just did. I do remember taking ballet classes at the recreation center… Read More »Being a dancer was my fate; photographing them was my destiny.
I’m supposed to be sitting here writing a Friday blog post that will inspire or educate or entertain you, something that I can put my photographs with, but the only thing I can think of this morning is “Snowy Day”.… Read More »Too distracted to write, too dedicated to leave it alone.
Posing a toddler was easy. Last year, Sofie would sit still, place her hands in her lap, tilt her head, cross her legs, uncross her legs, smile “pretty”, and whatever other weird poses I would give her. She’d walk across… Read More »The Portraiture of Sofie Carpenter