Hello there! My name is Stephanie (the only human with the xx chromosomes around here), and those handsome fellows are my family. For as long as I can remember, I have been writing. Only recently have I decided to take up photography and I shamelessly share that too, here. I write about things that matter, and sometimes about things that really don’t. I once, on a perilous road in the mountains of Guatemala, wrote an ode to the glorious rooster who shared my school bus seat. I follow my bliss, my stream of consciousness, my ideals, my values, my intuition and more often than not, my two small sons. I am a lover of evergreen forests, laid-back parenting, running long miles with girlfriends, and am happily getting to know my bike again after too many years apart. I am strong-willed, open-minded, and sometimes far too sarcastic. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, and don’t take life for granted. I’m grateful for each day, and for the sunshine I usually have to find in my heart rather than in our overcast Seattle skies.
I am a mama to two small boys (aged 7 and 9), and, at long last, married to a brilliant ray of light named Dave. Our floors have glorious bunnies of golden retriever hair swirling around when the heat kicks on, and yet I still find it easy to love our baby girl, Zoe. I have lived in many places, chasing the sun and warm oceans around the world, but somehow I ended up back in Seattle, which shall apparently always be home. These days, rather than travel the world, I follow Proust’s advice: “My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.” I have to admit, though, that my heart is still that of a gypsy. And thus, my meanderings are mental, and I hope you enjoy them. I love feedback and comments, so feel free to join the conversation.