Before I lay this bombshell on you, you might want to prepare yourself.
Ready to be blown away?
...Ready?
It REALLY sucks to fly across the country with two small children and a husband with a broken foot.
And At The End, There Was Cleveland (Video)
DIARY
Together, Anyway
{ Christmas Eve, 8:00 AM }
Last night, Kendrick asked me, "So what are you and the kids going to do tomorrow?" I didn't really have a Christmas Eve plan; I figured we'd run by Whole Foods for some last-minute Christmas dinner stuff I forgot to pick up, make potato pancakes to freeze for our New Year's dinner (more on that later), watch Tom & Jerry's Christmas for the 10,351st and 10,352nd time. That kind of thing. And then, once Kendrick got home from work, we'd all relax around the house, maybe go over to see our friends in Los Gatos for a bit, eat the stupid-expensive steaks I bought as an alternative to my traditional Engagement Chicken because we're leaving for Ohio on Saturday and I don't want to have tons of leftovers.
I slept a little late this morning; I didn't hear Kendrick getting up with Indy, but when I finally stirred it was 7:30 and I could hear them talking about waffles out in the living room, so I picked up my phone and scrolled through my email for a second. I heard the door open; heard the sound of the garbage cans being dragged out to the curb. And then I heard the door close, and Kendrick say: "Jordan, I just broke my foot."
Carrying On: An Excerpt
Illustration by Jacqueline Bisset
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Remember what I said about my second book being released in a couple of weeks? Scratch that. Apparently the date was pushed up and it's presently hanging out in Amazon warehouses right now (with an arrival date as early as December 14, depending on the shipping method you choose). Which means: if you're looking for a holiday gift for the mom-to-be or new mom in your life, you can totally get it into your (and then her) hands well in advance of Christmas Day.
A Stroll Down Memory Lane: The Glory Days Of Facebook
Remember when Facebook photos didn't look like professionally filtered, lit and cropped art pieces and actually looked like...snapshots?
I distinctly remember when I first joined Facebook, because I did it in 2008: way, way after everyone else (I also did this with Twitter, Instagram, and virtually every other technology-related everything that I have ever encountered). It was about three seconds before I started blogging and taking ten thousand photos of everything I did and everywhere I went, so very quickly my feed went from the occasional random shot to...well, lots (and lots) of occasional random shots. Most of which you've probably seen before if you've been reading my site for the six (!!!) years its been in existence.
My life has always looked the way my life looks: sometimes happy, sometimes not, definitely messy. But the way it appears - that's changed in a big way. And while that's partially because of what I do and partially because of the fact that I didn't used to be interested in photography and now I am and partially because of how the nature of social sharing has changed...I'm a little conflicted about it.
Photos Of Flowers (And Being Gentle With Yourself)
Grey Knit Hat (for women) | Smile Hat (for kids)
I was playing around with lighting and props for a shoot I have coming up, and took these test photos, and...I don't know, I just thought they came out well, so I wanted to show them to you. Sometimes it's nice to just look at a pretty photograph of flowers and pom poms.
On my drive down to LA, I started listening to a podcast - Elizabeth Gilbert's Magic Lessons, in which she discusses the process of exploring (and hopefully unleashing) your creativity. (I'm aware that this does not appear to have anything at all to do with the aforementioned flowers and hats, but bear with me, because I do have a point here.)
