Remembering Little Bit

This one’s a little out of order, but it’s a hard one to explain, Mom. You worried so much over the years thinking I might be mad at you for leaving.

I wasn’t angry with you for leaving, Mom. I was confused that all my friends had moms at home and I didn’t, but it was just how things were. It was a part of my life.

I don’t know what happened between you and Pop. But frankly that’s none of my business. I’m not mad at either of you about that. It was 42 years ago. I just don’t have time for 42 year grudges.

What really confused me, and what I spent entirely too much time thinking about, was why your maiden name was Peoples, but Grandmom and Grandpop’s name was Brodbeck. You really could have explained that a little earlier. Took me awhile to figure it out.

I’ve been posting pictures and thoughts about my mother, sort of to my mother, on Instagram, Twitter, and my personal Facebook page. You can follow along and comment there, if you’d like.

My dear friend Elizabeth, who was with me as I opened Mom’s boxes, inspired these little vignettes, and I can’t express deeply enough my gratitude to her for everything along this journey. My intention, I think, is to collect them, fill them out with my memories, and post them in one place, probably here.



To repeat the disclaimer, this is a project about re-discovery. It’s about remembering who I am, what I’m about, what I love and what I do not. Fair warning, this project will be posted here rather than at my SFW site because there will be nudity from time to time. Some of it will be of me, some not, some artistic and pretty to look at, some just raw.

I don’t intend to think of something every day and then shoot it, though I may do that sometimes, too. But sometimes I will just shoot, and then find something about myself in the frames and post about that thing, whatever it is.

All my #365SelfDiscovery posts will be filed here.