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Photography: Beach Camping

A few weeks ago, I went camping with family. Our campsite was surrounded by large bushes which attracted birds, we spent an afternoon at the beach, and I hiked up some big sand dunes.

Although these might be some of my favorite photos, it’s hard not to beat myself up because I’m not writing. I made an attempt at working on my middle-grade novel recently, and it was rubbish. And although I’ve sold over 100 books, more than I thought I would, I can’t seem to get people to review it. My mind tells me it’s because people don’t like the book, which is fine, but the small hopeful part of me is a bit sad. But you know what? Two local bookstores carry my book and I’ve been selling about three copies a month in store, from people just browsing and liking it. That needs to be celebrated. As I’ve always told my kids—comparison is the thief of joy.

So, let me brush this all off and say, I’m not writing currently, but I’ll be back at it soon. In the meantime, enjoy all these photos. And as always, let me know if you have a favorite. Have a wonderful day!

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Bonus photos:

I’m in love with Superman (aka kindness).

Converted the back of my van into a sleeping area with fun lights.

My hiking buddy.
  • These photos were taken with an Olympus OM-D and edited with ON1 Photo RAW.
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poetry: a different story

somewhere there’s a baby
guarded by a half-wolf 
named delilah. a fearless 
baby that’s protected. nobody

hurts her. nobody slaps
her soft freckled cheeks
or pinches her butt
on the playground. she

doesn’t fall for his 
hollow blue eyes. she 
becomes a woman who 
can howl. a woman

who growls from her 
belly and snarls. nobody
makes her body their 
own. she doesn’t run 

after dark shadows hoping 
they become light. she
doesn’t bend herself into
shapes to fit boxes

made for trapping. she
finds the moonlight behind 
her own eyes. she 
runs with packs of

stars and knows that
somewhere she’s a half-wolf 
guarding a cradle. she
becomes the protector.

There was a real Delilah but my parents had to get rid of her because she protected me too well. I wish I remembered her.