that thing during the weeks before summer begins when you plan a hundred (mostly imaginary) trips to a hundred different spectacular places because it feels like you can. #savannahforeverandever #streetphotography
a selection from my high school/college sassy mag stash and I bet there are a few of you out there who know that this is akin to a pile of gold. that's my style icon and favorite issue in the middle there, ms. lisa bonet.
with backyard campfires and marshmallows charred beyond recognition with sticks foraged from the unruly edges of our sorry little suburban forest and sticky hands and the beginning of the blood-sucking mosquitos and the questionable bug repellent and the last of the cool georgia air and one uncle and two cousins and not enough cute lawn chairs, not enough tree stumps to sit on and the hammock that might bust from the weight of too many children and that one little strand of string lights (that hangs like a smile, I swear) and lots and lots of really really loud talking, this is how we do. it's the beginning of a tradition, the HEY IT'S SUMMER VACATION AND WE ARE FINALLY FREE FROM STINKING SCHOOL tradition.
ages 9, 19 and 39. 33, 43 and 63 for her, probably. today is the day of a thousand emotions, the day I pretend I am mostly okay (because it's easier that way, it just is). thank you, God, for my mom. for the years I had with her. and for photobooths too.
last night at the rialto theatre, ava onstage, dancing for moving in the spirit's wonder years, a tribute to stevie wonder. and me in the wings, so proud I swear I was floating somewhere outside my body. so proud of this organization I teach for, of the students I've worked with all year long, and my brave, brave girl. it's been a wild week, y'all.