When I was little, I used to pretend I was a horse. Or a wolf. Sometimes a tiger. Whatever suited my fancy. I was one of thooose girls. I didn't really play with dolls or put on lipstick and wear my mom's heels. Instead, I created elaborate stories in my head and played them out for hours, sometimes days, until the story was complete.

As I got older, I thought for a time that I wanted to be a writer. Instead of acting out the stories in my imagination, I tried to put them on paper. I would sit down and start these grand novels, only to begin another one after a few chapters in the first. I had every intention of finishing them. I just... never did. Apparently writing isn't my strong suit.

Then I found a camera. Jackpot. I found a way to stop time. To tell real stories. The kind of stories that should be remembered. Need to be remembered. Stories full of life and love that beg to be preserved and shared.

So I guess you could call me a story teller. A really, really ridiculously blessed and happily married story teller who can't cook but laughs a lot and has three dogs. I love my life.

And I'd love to tell your story : )

Three’s Company

Throughout history, there have been many dynamic acts of three. A trio of people that, together, left their mark on society. The Three Musketeers, the Three Amigos, even the Three Stooges, to name a few. Groups of three just, well, they just work. It’s like what they tell you when you’re in 5th grade art class: odd numbers make better composition than even numbers.

Then there’s my dogs. Ok, it’s true that they will probably never be famous, never make a mark on history, and they won’t remembered by anyone other than my family. (Although sometimes I do think the similarities between my dogs and the Three Stooges are quite remarkable.) But somehow the three of them together, well, they just work. And they certainly prove that three is better than one.