Category: Journal
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Finding Center
Last night, we decided to carve out time to date. Half an hour into our movie, I could hear Corwin coughing upstairs. It’s just his allergies/asthma, but considering the circumstances, it was causing me great distress. I ran back up three times to check up on him, and on the third time, Jeff followed me…
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Flags Out
There are days I wake up with the urge to share personal stories here, and a freshly brewed cup of black coffee talks me out of it. I remember when we were very new to wedding photography, and I blogged about everyday life for no other reason than wanting to share our stories. It helped…
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To Remember
When I was 16 and we were a few months into the relationship, I used to write my name on Jeff’s hands and arms. Writing has always helped me make sense of the world, and I wanted to see if my name on his skin made sense, this boy who read me poetry and drew…
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Fiercely
I rarely write about marriage, or us as a couple. It happens maybe once every couple of years, when the urge bubbles up and I can’t contain myself. I write to and about our son often. Corwin is 4 years old and won’t remember most of these things yet, so I feel this urgent need…
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Gravities
Jeff and I always teach that every artist needs to set aside time for personal projects. Even when it’s busy, even when you’re swamped, you owe it to yourself to do this, creating something for nobody else but yourself. This is what sustains you when the work gets hard, and there will be times that…
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Eight Years
Jeff & Lisa Photography turns eight years this month. In our wildest dreams as wide-eyed kids with the barest of equipment, we never imagined a better eight years. We fell in love with photography and decided that this was what we wanted to do for the rest of our lives. We were young, crazy, and…
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On Gratitude
I posted this on the Jeff & Lisa Facebook page over the weekend because it was a lovely unexpected message as my day was ending. Some of our former brides saw it, left comments, and made me cry. Made my entire month. If I don’t say it enough, I truly am thankful to be able…
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Dance.
Last Monday in Tagaytay. When I stepped out of the van that morning for Jon and Rica’s wedding, the fog was so thick, I could barely see two meters ahead of me. But here’s a little secret: I loved it. Jeff and I will always wish for sunshine, but if it doesn’t happen, we shrug…
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Stories
“Tell me a story.” During our freshman year in college, we’d often find ourselves lying down on his bedroom floor, listening to his mix tapes. I’d ask him to tell me stories of his childhood, of his life before me, of random things that happened to him that day. Since then, he’s been telling me…