Growing up in Virginia, near the Potomac river, but still hours away from the ocean coast, I did not know much about the salt life that I read about in other people’s lives. Deciding where to start life over, we took my iPad and started following a path down the coast. “Let’s find a place […]
In between photo shoots today, Sean and I had a little time to kill. Scrolling through Facebook on my phone, I see Jeremy’s post (Jeremy is one third, of ‘In for a Penny’, Sean’s rowdy Irish band) he was announcing that it is Taco Tuesday at Blowin’ Smoke, a funky little restaurant in downtown Savannah. […]
We were young and ready to take on the world. Naive to think we knew what it was really going to take to be grown ups, but we sure as hell gonna to give it a shot. Not knowing where we would live to start our journey as a newly married couple, we planned a […]
Many people have been asking me to write this post, but honestly I have not known where to start. First there is the clinical side of the story. That is the timeline marking minute by minute the chain of events that unfolded on Friday June 12 and turned into a scary and heroic rescue resulting […]
It’s a typical work day on tybee. We got home at 2:07 am. Sean just finished his last set at the Sandbar after hosting open mic as he belted out Guardian Angel to the packed bar. I log in 6 hours of sleep and wake up to my preprogrammed pot of hot coffee. As I […]
A layer of clouds cover the island this morning. Not dark clouds, just white peaceful clouds. A little bit of light blue peeking through but not enough to guarantee a beach day. I am planning my day. Editing, marketing, a sunset photoshoot tonight, Sean hosting open mic at Tybee Social club this evening. It’ll be […]
Do you ever have a time when you are driving along and completely zone out, miss a turn and not even realize it till you are miles away? You clearly know the route you were supposed to take, but your mind was in another place. Not paying attention to the present. You were fixated on […]
Sitting across the table from the recruiting officer, listening to his descriptive adventures of being an Airdale flight navigator. Our son Carder, at age seventeen was asked what he would like to do for the Coast Guard. He replied “I.T.” The petty officer, said “Oh, no, you don’t want to do that. You would end […]