Through a new lens

Through a new lens

I spent the morning of my 51st birthday wearing camouflage and hunkered down on the edge of a cornfield. Holding my heavy camera still, eyes trained on the distant stalks, I tried very hard not to laugh at the shrill screech of my husband's turkey call. From the top of my messy hair, stuffed carelessly [...]

On being 50

By tomorrow I will have lived a half a century. It's not the number of years that bothers me, it's the speed at which I racked them up. Somehow, in the happy chaos of scrambled dinners, scattered socks, fun runs, permission slips, committee meetings, and looming deadlines, I must have looked away for a moment. [...]