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Ice cream after a sweaty trip to the park. The days are longer now. The air is thick with humidity. Everything feels heavy... But, it's summer. That's the thing about cancer. It doesn't give a damn about your plans. It just shows up. Whenever it wants and wrecks havoc on everyone in its orbit. So, yeah. Sometimes we have a playdate and then ice cream. We try to keep it mostly normal. We look for the sweet. That smile says it all. Life doesn't have a pause button. Here's what

Creekside, Gahanna OH What's your favorite season? It's the perfect ice breaker or surface level "get-to-know-you" type question. Most people have their answer memorized, along with their favorite color and whether they're a cat or dog person. For me though, my favorite season has changed more than once in my lifetime. If you get nothing else from my random musings, please take this gem: give yourself permission to change. Change your mind. Change your preferences. Chang

“Backpack. Backpack.”, Dora the Explorer sings, beckoning her trusted helper. The receptionist warned her before they sat down that there would be a bit of a wait. Dr. Wolf was backed up. Based on the number of sniffling children and bleary-eyed parents in the waiting room, Quinn was not surprised. Her daughter Esme was playing cheerfully with a bead maze and watching Dora go on her third adventure since they’d sat down. Thank God for iced coffee, Quinn thinks to herself whi

The girl next door was a good 6 years older than me. In childhood years that’s an entire school building. Completely different worlds. Rarely crossing paths. Except in the summer. When our parents gather us all into the shared yard for a cookout. If there’s an occasion, I don’t recall it. Maybe it was 4th of July. Or a Friday. Or over 90 degrees too many days in a row. Who can say? We’d swim all day. Our skin taut from the sun, nobody wore sunscreen in the 90’s. We welcomed

You find what you focus on. I say this all the time. How you frame something, anything, determines the meaning it will have on your life....

You'll miss it, if you blink. If you lose focus. If you fail to know what it is you're looking for. This week's photography lesson was on...

In today’s digital world, the significance of color cannot be overstated. Colors evoke emotions, create brand recognition, and can even...

The C Word Who else remembers that show? I can barely recall the plot line (sans the obvious) from somewhere deep in the recesses of my memory. To write about the C word seems so cliché. It’s sadly not so uncommon that we haven’t been effected or had someone close to us, or maybe a “friend of a friend”. The point being we’ve all read personal accounts on the internet. I think there’s plenty to be said about such a diagnosis. Plenty to learn and empathize with. To read in empa

I’ve never understood the use of fluorescent lights in hospitals and other medical offices. I assume it’s a cost-effective way to light large spaces. The glare created keeps everyone a little off center. Maybe, in that way, they serve two purposes. Patients and their loved ones feel a little disarmed, unsure of reality, when receiving bad news. They’ve wheeled my mostly still unconscious girlfriend back from her procedure. She rouses now when the doctor comes in. “I don’t hav

Aperture refers to the opening in a camera lens through which light passes to enter the camera. It's like the pupil of your eye—the...

I'm taking a photography class this summer. Actually, I'm taking two. One each semester. 9 classes stand between me and graduation this...

Sylvie the Sourdough Our neighbor gifted us a sourdough starter. This is the second one I’ve had. The first another casualty of a messy...

It’s been a while since I’ve written here, and let me tell you—it’s not because I’ve been sitting around with extra time on my hands....

It was never about the shoes. Not really. In my gut, I saw the red flag Because, we were discussing MY shoes. The ones I would wear. On my feet. On my wedding day. “Blue isn’t one of our wedding colors”, he’d say. And I would rebuff that with the ‘something old , something new, something borrowed, something blue’. “You made that up”, he replies. You can’t be serious. This isn’t even your first wedding. How have you never heard of this?? In my head I am screaming that I cannot

To be honest, I used to be terrible at taking advice. Asking for advice is admitting that you don't know it all. That maybe (gasp)...

Then start again. If I could give one piece of advice to anyone nervous about starting a new project, business, hobby, etc. Just start....