I almost stop breathing when I see this photo. It's as if I don't want to wake them. I imagine myself tiptoeing backwards and quietly shutting the door. Slowly turning the handle, so it doesn't click shut. It's a scene of raw tenderness. I know the subjects, my...

Do you remember? The gentle comfort of water cradling your face, muffling sounds, embracing you in wet warmth. Like a womb. Hair floating mermaid-like. Whoosh, whoosh. Held, light, no cares. Joyful. Yesterday, I was at a local lake with my daughters and grandkids. In between digging sand traps...