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  • As I got the call this morning that my grandpa had passed, you can’t help but remember all the little things.  I remember stories being told to me about him (good and bad), and this is what I have – and it could be truth or not – as much of this is from when…

  • There is no place to compare our children to others.  Not to others in our household, not to others in school – because there is not one child out there like another.  They love different things at different times, they learn things at different speeds. Their minds are so busy with taking in every bit…

  • My grandmother passed many years ago from cancer and this is the last photo I have of her, my mother and myself. It doesn’t matter who takes the photo… or the fact that there is a nice JELLO advertisement in the background!lol But it does matter that I have this image. It is one of…

  • Sometimes you can close your eyes and see the place where you use to be or how you were when you were young.  I want to photograph that place for your children, so they no longer have to close their eyes to see it. ~Jeanine Thurston

  • The warm weather has me anxious to get some tutus outdoors.  So we are having a free tutu day at a location in Boulder, CO on June 8th, 2014 from 9am-2pm!   We dance, we play, and of course try on some custom tutus by Kimber Cyr of Kim’s Designs.    If you have a…

  • How does your memory work? “How does your brain lay down and retrieve memories? Your brain is made up of 100 billion neurons. As you grow and develop, these neurons are ‘wired up’ to each other, and communicate through thousands of connections – synapses. Memories are formed when certain connections are strengthened.” ~sciencemuseum.org.uk Regardless of…

  • I’ve decided to continue on with 3 more posts on “A letter on my door step.”  This will be post 3 of 5 total before the end of this blog heading. I feel like after the mass distribution and hundreds of thousands that have graced the pages, e-mailed me, and all of the amazing stories…

  • There will be no portrait photos in this post.  This letter wasn’t mailed – it was at my doorstep when I got home a couple months ago.  I read it, I cried, and read it again – probably a hundred times by now.  It wasn’t easy to read – and honestly, as much as it…