Hope for the Best, Prepare for the Worst…

Thanks to this self-portrait he drew a few weeks back, my husband and I learned our son wants to be a police officer when he grows up.   When asked why, he launched excitedly into an elaborate answer involving how he wants to catch bad guys using his excellent karate moves, how he will protect those…

Fiercely Letting it Shine

A few nights ago a friend reached out to me, dismayed that as Serendipity I am not shining a light on the real struggles many parents face every day. I fail to talk about the daily grind many face to put food on the table, to carve out quality time with their children, if they…

Keep Your Scale of One to Ten: I’m a 12

I am exceptional for many reasons, but one you wouldn’t likely guess is that for a reasonably healthy 40 year old I’ve gone under the knife a bunch. Nothing cosmetic, and I have no bionic parts. Maybe that makes it more extraordinary? Hard for me to say, but statistically I’d imagine so. When I first…

The Shy Poet & Unexpected Treasures

What follows is the twisted tale of how my photographs came to be published in a best selling poetry book. If you find this to be far-fetched and completely random, well, I would wholeheartedly agree with you. It is, nonetheless, entirely true.   Like all good stories, we must begin with a prologue:   Not…

Lost Fox Hunting

Alright, I’m a military brat. We fall into 2 categories – the ones that care about having stuff, and the ones that don’t. For me, all my things make me feel at home, even when I know its just stuff. I’m the creepy Junk Lady muppet at the end of Labyrinth. Seriously, I’m practically a…

Maybe He’s Allergic to Sleep?

“Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all?” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club This was how yesterday began. Having only gone to sleep around 2am, I wake up barely after five as Summer Boy climbs into bed with me. And, although I’m honestly still asleep, I can tell by how alert he is that he’s been…