Posted 1 month ago

THIS AMERICAN LIFE: Starting from Scratch: Making Money the Old Fashioned Way

A story of a hustler in Vegas with a heart of gold.  I just wanted to hug this guy, and invite his daughter for a Shabbat meal.  

Posted 1 month ago

broadway baby

i have this uncanny feeling that i’m going to grow up and be a stage mother.  

Posted 3 months ago
it’s alright to cry. crying takes the sadness out of you.
the free to be you and me record that we played on my fisher price turntable
Posted 4 months ago

divina.

Posted 4 months ago

x marks the spot

christmas lights twinkling used to sting.

they brightened the street but created a dull

strong ache in my chest.  they pricked

and meant a six-year-old cutting blue paper candles

instead of red.

no invitation for secret santa

a never-trimmed, non-existent tree.

and just that strong blue ache.  

tonight on a road in jewish jerusalem

a lone tree sparkled in the baptist center

and two girls let out squeal: “a christmas tree!”

our words hushing the cold air

sweetness and nostalgia

a familiar ache.

20 years later

across the world

there is still the sting.

but now it’s longing for 

family

and familiarity

togetherness, unity and calm.  

the expected.  the used to. 

and maybe even a bit of the isolation.

Posted 5 months ago

Amelia’s preconditions.

Posted 5 months ago

I love when 4-year-olds flirt.

Posted 5 months ago

Lexington, Massachusetts

In Boston for a one-day shoot and totally charmed by the town, the architecture, and the accompanying suburbs, separated by windy streets, starting-to-get-sparse trees, and brightly painted ginger bread houses. I felt a sense of calm here: maybe the history deletes any possibility of pretension. Boston (and Lexington and Burlington and Cambridge) knows who she is. She’s been around the block and she’s seen it all. There’s a steadiness, an all-knowingness and an ease. American and sturdy, wind-blown but intact. Peaceful. Proud.

Posted 5 months ago

all day shoot at the lincoln memorial

Posted 5 months ago

Globalization

Six airports in seven days.

I always dreamed I would have a job that flung me all over the globe, but removing your shoes at security checkpoints is less glamorous than I expected.