December 13, 2011


Happy Birthday to my ever-glamorous mother, beautiful inside and out.

December 3, 2011


Everybody's doing it. I'm guilty, too. The offense is constant connection. There's barely a moment when we aren't preoccupied by a digital device. The phone. The computer. The camera. Repeat. I'm struggling to be present – no matter the locale.

Time to recharge. Must find power source now!

It's no wonder my children are doing the same. Despite concern about the future of human relations I'm still here wanting you to know me. I'm staring into a screen, aglow. Alone.