PicMonkey Collage


My sister and I often laugh about how hard it is to get a good photo of us. That’s us on the left. We’re always spazzing out like we are in these two photos. This is my brother, my sisters and I right after Dad’s funeral. An exhausted but tight little tribe of love, still grieving but buoyed by all the love and generosity bestowed on us. It was amazing for us to all be together for the week in a big house (generously offered to us) overlooking the Miramichi river. Continue reading