I heavily debated putting these on public for sake of feeling self-conscious, but at the same time I suppose not doing so would defeat the purpose of taking them. I don’t really take photos of myself except once in a blue moon, because I’m not that fond of the way … Continue Reading →


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We took the kids out to see the salmon breeding grounds, after we’d promised to do it last week and couldn’t. Tempest was fascinated. There were quite a few dead fish on the shores, and we talked about how hard it was for them to swim from the ocean back … Continue Reading →


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Happy Hallowe’en. (From left to right: Tempest’s “throwing up cat”, Curtis’ political pumpkin and my Pumpkin King.).


More photos – client this time!



My mood today was already fragile. I had a horrible, spirit-crushing nightmare last night that my mother had died.


Friday: Best day ever. This morning I woke up in extreme pain. My left hip felt like it was being torn off. My right hip is the bad side, so this is extremely odd. Normally I would just grit my teeth and bear it, but it was really bad. I … Continue Reading →


I don’t know why we ever thought Tempest would be an exception to the rule in this diagnostic process. Did we really think we could be one of the extremely rare who got a firm diagnosis and therapy at this age? Today was like a comedy skit. The doctor barely … Continue Reading →