I am so excited to say that I was interviewed by Nigel Merrick of  Business Peace For The Professional Photographer blog.  It will be published in the next week or so.  Go ahead and check out his blog http://www.zenologue.com/

Thank you, Nigel. It was a lot of fun chatting with you.

Once upon a time  . . . that’s how most fairy tales begin, isn’t it?  Well, I have a story to tell that seems too good to be true. Sort of like those fairy tales we were told as children. No, there are no evil stepmothers, no monsters, no pumpkins turning into stage coaches; however, there is a happy ending.  Malia Joyce was born on August 1, 2011, in Virginia.  Her parents were thousands of miles away in California. The bond of love pulled them across the miles to meet their little miracle for the first time. She found her parents, who happen to be my aunt and uncle, but that’s another story.

I have witnessed some moving and beautiful things in my life, such as the birth of my own son.  This, however, was different.  It was a sacrifice of one loving mother to another  – the gift of her child.  As I watched Malia’s mother look down at her and slowly rock her back and forth, I hear her say, “Thank you for finding us.”  I don’t think I’ve ever heard sweeter words from a mother to her child.





I passed a milestone in my life today. After 30 something years of watching my grandmother, “Mamaw,” can vegetables in her kitchen, she hobbled down the stairs into my house with her wares this morning.  I was going to be doing the canning today. She helped me blanch the tomatoes then soon became too tired to stand any longer and retired to the barstool to watch.  Well, more like give direction . . . It occurred to me that this was something I had always enjoyed watching her do and made me a little sad to think that she was passing the torch, so to speak – a torch in the form of a cooker and canning materials.  When we were finished, she said, “Now, you can do this yourself next time.”  I don’t like the idea of canning without her, but time passes and there’s nothing we can do about it.  I am grateful for the knowledge she has shared with me and for all those years of her letting me watch. I have learned more than she will ever know – about canning.  About life.  Thank you, Mamaw.

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