tick tock.

i found out about you.

click on her.

you tried to hide.

i keep on falling.

you make the knife feel good.

click it if you wanna.

write me a letter.

make a wish.

rise above.

i just watched this like 10 times and cried. whoa. i wish the man with the cornrows was my life coach.

you're young but you will learn.

i'm trying.

you're doing it right.

opening at 20twenty last saturday went pretty good i think.

walrus and stevie came by.

and izzy and melanie were there.

i gave up trying to take accurate photos of the art, it just looks way different in person, everything always does.

my sweet sister and some dude.

joel, the lovely owner of 20twenty. i highly recommend checking out his shop.

some new prints hanging out above so many treasures. you will surely find something magical.

family ties.

pauly found a baby.

this was my rainer beer girl pose.

thank you!!

i still call out for you sometimes.

you can never have too much cake.

annie brought this amazing cake to the birthday party for steve and me.

born on the same day, one year a part. 

i think we have spent this day together for the last 8 years.

the walrus!

ziska made these amazing double cakes, blue and pink!

and my favorite, little erin.

ballard buddies.

dana james sang a lovely song.

as did steve. 

and then there were jello shots. and so very much cake. yikes.

now that i know.

birthday dinner last week at carmelita's.

i am lucky.

little ava took this photo.

three generations!

these guys.

and these little guys.

and now i am older.

bacon's birthday is next!

whatever doesn't kill you doesn't kill you.

click flyer to see it larger

tomorrow night at 20twenty, part of the ballard artwalk. new stuff, come have a looksee and keep me company. pretty please?

bad news.

there is a light that never goes out.

dear halo,

9 years ago today i hugged my best friend goodbye as she went out to a graduation party for some friends. we were standing in her bedroom in our apartment off of haight street in san francisco. she was getting dressed and trying to decide what to wear. she borrowed my shoes and jacket, as she often did, hugged me and skipped out the door. it was the last time i ever saw her. i had just found out i was pregnant with you a few days earlier and my whole life was on hold, otherwise i would have been going out with her. it was a friday night and i was home alone. in the early hours of the morning as she was coming home, an underage drunk driver sped through a red light directly into her car.

she was beautiful. a tiny spitfire with jet black hair and bright red lips. she was a photographer that captured things i never would have seen. she was a daughter, a sister, and my best friend. i miss her every day. i can't believe it's been 9 years. i gave you her name as a middle name because she was a bright light in my life, and still is, just as you are. it is name that means so much more then i can ever tell you. it will always remind me of a friendship that was built on love and sticking together and getting out of our small town and surviving no matter what. you would have loved her and she would have loved you. 

i wish more than anything you could have met her and the world could have known her just a little bit longer. we would have all been better for it.

love,

mama

easy breezy.

begin to hope.

i turned 29 today.

i got lost in the sound.

happy birthday pauly, you sure are the best.