Thirty days ago, I was sitting up in bed typing something quite different.
I was trying to decide if I should go to the hospital, and I was getting scared. I had reason to be.
Now, I’m sitting here a month later, trying to get onto this page words that express what the last thirty days have been like. Continue reading


One of the recipes sent to me by a friend was for a baked chicken breast with a mango sauce. I find mango can be a little weak, and I wanted a different flavor, so I made a couple of small changes.
Yup, it’s an odd topic.
The plan is simple: If you are looking to get portraits or headshots done on location somewhere, I will give you a 2-hour photoshoot for free. Gratis. No money. You’ll even get a CD/DVD with all the finished images.
You know it’s serious when they ask you ‘Do you have an advanced directive?’. This is a very clinical way of asking you ‘If you’re dying and can’t speak for yourself, have you made alternate plans?’. 
It’s a little short of a month since I had my heart attack, and I’m still getting my head around the changes that it requires in my life. This morning, I decided to take a portrait of my new “friends” – the pile of medications I now have to take to give me the best shot at not returning to the hospital again.


I decided a long time ago that no matter how old my daughter gets, Santa will be coming around every Christmas. I don’t care if she figures out who Santa really is. For me, that’s a little tradition that’s important. 
I love my daughter very much. Like most parents, I want to give my daughter everything I possibly can. The hitch is that *possibly can* is a whole lot less than these other folks. Which is how I found myself nearly weeping in a Walmart tonight.
Taken at Huntington Central Park. I’ll be posting more of these as I get them edited. I also shot a roll of film – yes, actual film! – but the roll is over 10 years old so we’ll see how that turns out…