Take a big, deep breath, all the way down into your belly. Hold it… now let it out with a sigh. Feels good, doesn’t it? I have made a decision, which feels like a big deep breath. I am taking a vacation from blogging for three months. No posts and very little social media. I’ll […]
This was my dad, Ken Weaver, in the late 70s, when we lived in Stamford Connecticut. My dad was a photographer his whole life, learning how to shoot and develop photographs at an early age.
I recently took part in a profound conversation on Facebook about whether people were afraid of dying. I lost three people the year I was 16: a classmate to a freak accident, my 17-year-old cousin, and a friend’s grandfather. It changed me profoundly, as I lost that sense of immortality that all teenagers have. I’ve […]