I've been reflecting a lot lately around what it means to feel safe, to be safe. How it feels, how we know when we're inside of it, how we know whether or not we can trust it. What is the texture of safety? What does it sound like? Where does it come from? How much of it is within our control? What is safety?Since the inception of this pandemic, I've found myself on a lengthy, sometimes reluctant,…
"This is mom and "Newmie" dancing together, the good 'ol days. She has cared for a mentally handicapped man for over 30 years. He has been a "brother" really, living with our family all that time. He lived to be 75, 30 years longer than expected. He will be dearly missed."…
"This is a photo of her grandmother's gardens at her home in Vermont. Caroline grew up spending time here, and her favorite time of the year there was the beautiful summers. The home was just sold, so we want her to have a piece of it wherever she goes."…
The Evelyn: "These are photos of my family on our farm. The first is my husband and daughter Clover. The second is my son Blue and me. Our happy place among the flowers and birds.The Henry Keychain: "Our sweet kids being themselves. So sweet and silly."…
"My parents had me when they were extremely young, 20 and 21 years old. I was grown and out of my mom’s house well before she even turned forty. Now, as a 43-year-old parent to a 9 and 6-year-old, I appreciate the struggles they went through—especially my mom—to raise me so much more. Coincidentally, they both have extremely rare autoimmune diseases. My mom has Scleroderma and my dad has Pemphigus…
