Black cats, cracked mirrors and the genuine challenge of shooting the moon

Not two seconds after I snapped the last of my somewhat futile attempts to capture a gorgeous Friday the 13th moon, Molly shouted, "Hey look! A black cat is crossing our path!" Trapped between a honey moonlit Lake Winnebago and our car, we watched the feral beast dance past. I thought I saw him pause [...]

Three’s a Charm

Molly once said the word "Macbeth" while casually chatting on stage during intermission of a high school play. Naturally, all onstage activity immediately came to a complete and silent standstill. Coached by a theatre veteran, a mortified Molly quickly spat in her hand, put her hand on her forehead and spun in a circle three [...]