City night with friends

this beautiful human pictured down below with her friends and family, posted something today about how sometimes we don't always feel our best, or feel we look our best, or know even how to love ourselves when the little voice in our head says "hey you're lookin extra beautiful today!" and you're like "whaaaaat no way you're not talking to me"

so i thought back to the last time we were together, which was this summer. a perfect night doing nothing but letting our kids screw around and eat whatever they want and roll around together, ya know, the only way any real memories are made for these small humans. and i was thinking about how being around her makes me feel like wow...well...if this beautiful human enjoys me than i must not be a garbage person (c'mon i know some of you out there with less than stellar self esteem get me) and how could she not feel incredible all the time?! 

man. we all just seriously need to love one another more. and i always just hope that any photo i take reflects back all the beauty and pain of these life moments that i see and feel with my guts. 

Women's March Boston MA

I guess probably most professionals would tell me to stay away from discussing politics. I no longer believe we are in an era where we can afford to NOT talk about it. To NOT be clear about what my expectations are as a woman and a human being living on planet earth in 2017. To say I strongly oppose absolutely everything He stands for is not even a statement strong enough. The very sight of him makes my skin crawl, his language is abhorrent, his beliefs and morals questionable and the people he surrounds himself with are, as far as I can tell, completely soulless and frighteningly calculated. We all have a lot of work to do to survive the next 4 years. White people especially need to start showing up in a real way. For starters my husband and I have started to donate $5 to the Muslim Advocates Org. every month. It's not much, but it's what we can afford. I would love for people to include in the comments where they are and ways they are getting involved. There is no shame in asking "What can I do?" and if we just keep sharing how we are trying to make progress with one another, we can better make progress together. 

I marched on Saturday. With my mother and my husband and my three sons and one of my dearest friends. Us and MILLIONS of other women and supporters of women. I heard Elizabeth Warren speak and Marty Walsh. I felt 100% less alone, less in pain, less scared.  Our march ended up with 175k participants. There were times when everywhere you looked was a sea of people. You literally could not move. Even when marching started it took almost 30 minutes for us to be able to move. It was a physical and mental feat to attend. You had to remain calm and vigilant of your sisters and brothers and surroundings at all time. Children of all ages were there, people of all ages. Men, women, people of color, trans people (who are marching in a largely vagina centralized march...we see you!!!), gay and lesbian participants, immigrants...it was incredible. The hard work now is really to keep showing up. Especially as a white woman, I fully recognize the need for this movement to be INTERSECTIONAL, and my part in making that change real going forward. He isn't wasting time and already our civil rights are under threat. The silver lining? I am so excited to see how my friend family grows over the next 4 years, because I am really ready to be surrounding myself with people who are not content to be quiet. I'm loud and I sometimes make people uncomfortable when I voice my opinions, and for once in my life, I'm kind of looking forward to better understanding the power in that. 

These are my favorite images from the Women's March in Boston MA on 1/21/17.  

Best Baby Bump EVER!

AHHHHH. As I'm typing this, my beautiful sister friend is snuggling in at home with my new little teeny tiny EENSY WEENSY NEPHEW!!!!!! Back in October I took some maternity pics of her and her love while I visited. Her bump stayed petite as he ended up being a small but very mighty and 1000% perfect bean. And on the 27th I head back NOT LIKE I'M COUNTING DOWN THE SECONDS OR ANYTHING TO HOLDING AND SMELLING HIM and maybe taking a few photos. 

This woman is so much to me. She is so good and giving and kind. She loves my kids so much and makes them each feel so special. She slept on our couch for years sneaking Auntie Amy visits into her busy life. She'd always show me a good time when we'd visit her in NYC where she lives. She came and helped me labor at home with Leo and stayed with Jack while we went to the hospital and just...sister friend. Both only children raised by single mothers. Seen so much life together. I am over the top with happiness for her. Over the top.