Monday, January 1, 2018


* A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017*

Matteo and Lilah:  Stepping into the lake house, where Papa spent his summers as a boy, is like opening a time capsule.  All of the original furnishings, curtains, carpeting and fixtures that his Nana Dora so lovingly picked for the home when it was built are still there.  For me, being in the house is like walking right into Papa’s memories.  Every surface and pattern and texture is a testament to how hard she worked to keep a clean and happy home for her family.  I look around and I can imagine Papa there, at the age when summer seems endless.  Long days spent swimming and napping under thick twill curtains; breezy evenings gathered around the table with the red and white checkered cloth.  So many meals and memories made.  How many moments must come flooding back into Papa’s heart when he returns and how special it must be for him to share it now…with you.

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