20 Aug

I am still officially out to lunch but you know how it goes when a story gets inside your head and the schizophrenia kicks in. An old photograph comes alive, the landscape shifts, characters start cropping up and voila, The Sharecropper’s Son is conceived.


I have about two thousand (totally fictitious) words written so far and I have no idea how long the story will be. There are no deadlines to meet and though the destination is set, the path is not carved in stone. The only thing I know at this point is that I am excited to let the story tell itself.

As Free As a Bird

6 Aug

Come with me and look inside says he…

Maybe one day we too will fly free.

Accidental Ghosts

23 Jul
Accidental Ghosts or just double exposure?
 Film vs. digital



A Day In Pictures

16 Jul

You may [or may not] have noticed that I am still Out to Lunch but here are a few shots of how I’m spending my time. I’d like to tell you I’m working on an important writing project but you’d probably know I was lying.

:) Hope everyone is having a fabulous July.

2000 Something (Then & Now)

9 Jul

What a difference a day makes (give or take a few thousand).

A bit more mature than 1980 something. ;)

1980 Something

2 Jul
July 2nd 19840001

Thirty years ago.

Thanks for marrying me despite the orange hair and the stench of Long Island Tea. ;)

Happy Anniversary Mr. Hill!

P.S. Where is my floral shower curtain with the matching window dressings???




Wordless Wednesday

25 Jun

soccer dad


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