Hail to the Redskins!

I grew up in Virginia with a slew of uncles, cousins, and mother who chanted “Hail to the Redskins!” before I even knew my alphabet.  I remember family gatherings, Thanksgiving specifically and my Nannie’s birthday parties where we would heap mounds of homemade southern food onto doubled-up paper plates at 11a.m. Gather round multiple dining room tables, or even a lap on the front porch steps were acceptable make-shift dining locations, to feast.


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Childhood Shows the Man

“Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.”
-Fred Rogers of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood


Growing up is not easy. I remember adults saying, “Oh, don’t wish you were older than you are, childhood is a perfect place to be. Being an adult is hard.” I wonder what kind of childhood they had because I have yet to meet a child that doesn’t have difficulties before they are four feet tall. Life, at any age, can be tough, but it is how we handle it that makes us grow.


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Tracking September

I have had this picture in my mind for years and years. I am sitting on a hardwood floor, one leg bent up to my chest while the other leg extends in front. I am lacing on a pair of shoes with great determination; tying them tighter than tight, because it’s as if they come undone I will not conquer what I am about set out to do. I am confident. I am focused. I am preparing for something great. I guess you could say this picture is “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” sort of shot. It frames one in absolute focus on what’s about to come.


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