twelve to eighteen months

Could you imagine if all you had was twelve to eighteen months…to live, to breathe, to give your children all they need to grow into adults, to be with friends, to love… …to live. One year is five hundred twenty five thousand, six hundred minute...

a different ending

Sports parents are nuts. Not all of them, but a lot of them. I am just home from three days of an intense selection camp. Logan made it to the Team BC Lacrosse camp for PeeWees (11 + 12 year olds), so we made the 4 hour trek to Kelowna, BC and settled in for a weekend...

snap

Breaking up is hard to do. A cliche, but true. Sometimes, though, the only way forward is to leave something behind. You gotta break away from everything holding you back and be…you. Whatever that is. Don’t panic, wonderful readers, I’m not breaking...
trading on tools

trading on tools

“How did you get into photography?”  “Did you and Steve meet in photography?” Conversation starters or genuine curiosity, these are the two most common questions I’m asked by those with “conventional” jobs or, really, any...