I shot this photo 11 years ago, when Molly was a seven-year old biologist who caught bumblebees and wished on dandelion seeds in the park across the street. She admired Jane Godall, and told anyone who asked (and some who didn’t) that she planned to study orangutans in Borneo someday. Even though I knew that, […]
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Where would we be without our sistermoms? The college roommate mom who, without comment, always packed extra snacks on playdates because she knew you wouldn’t remember to bring anything for your kids? The witty mom who makes you laugh? The tri-lingual mom who is definitely smarter than you? The artistic mom who made amazing costumes […]
The last Homecoming dance of my maternal career ended with the happy waft of laughter.
For a moment, I thought about grabbing my camera and heading back downstairs where Molly and her friends had gathered spontaneously to recap the night.
I knew exactly the kind of shots I’d take, the pile of shoes gathered by door, wilted corsages, sweatshirts and suit jackets tossed over gowns, happily bare feet.
I’d tucked myself in bed a good while before, but it wasn’t my bright red flannel PJs and gold Packer robe that kept me from tip toeing down the stairs for a few more photos.
I have no jammie shame.
I stayed put because, for once, my camera and I didn’t want to intrude.
We shot 189 pictures Saturday night and I loved them all, even the blurry ones. I loved the pre-shots that should have smelled of hairspray and nail polish, and sounded like cheerful compliments. “Oh my God, you look amazing!” “I love your dress!” “Where did you get your shoes? I love them!” “Oh my God Emma just left with my dress in her car!” “Do you want to borrow one of mine?” “Yay! Sam’s here!” “I made you all corsages.”
I loved the just-one-more-before-we-go shots on our front porch when everyone stood politely though they were anxious to get on with their evening.
I loved the big group shots, and the groups within the groups shots, and the goofy shots, the sweet shots, the parent shots, the just-one-more shots, the parting shots.
My 14th Homecoming Dance photo shoot went very much like my first.
I’ve shot Homecoming pictures in freezing weather, in backyards, in country clubs, on a river, in the park and, once, on an actual red carpet.
I’ve stood, 14 times, with groups of parents waving goodbye to girls in wobbly heels and boys in stiff shirt collars. I’ve both seen and participated in the quick slip of an extra buck or two, the sly repinning of a sagging boutonniere.
“Have fun!” “Be good.” “Be safe.”
When I heard our side door open late Saturday night, and loud whispers drifted up the stairs, I stayed put.
Turns out, my work was done.
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I’ll always be grateful to Gulliver, the first turkey I ever cooked. From his humble beginnings on a farm owned by my father’s friend, Gulliver grew to be the largest turkey we ever cooked in our oven — weighing in at a whopping 22.46 lbs. He was a feisty turkey, even post-mortem, attempting a daring escape from our […]
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On the weekend before Mother’s Day I found myself once again trotting to keep up with my mom. Just north of 70, my mom moves with the energy and determination of a bob cat. Our mission last Sunday involved the Xavier International Food Fair, a fundraiser hosted for the last 40 years by my alma […]