The Hands of Time

Very recently I lost my hero, a woman instrumental in raising me and a beloved Grandma to all who knew her – family or otherwise. It was the most difficult goodbye I have ever experienced and just writing this post tears stream down my face. She taught me how to write my name, how to turn caterpillars into butterflies, how to sew a pillow, how to love family unconditionally and how to make potato soup on a cold day. She taught me that no amount of money can ever be more valuable than what you have inside you. Kindness, creativity, thoughtfulness, the choice to do the right thing, and how you treat others is what is important.

Photography is a tool that can be used in many different ways. For me, I had to take photographs as a way of expressing outwardly what was happening inside, a way to cope with grief, to see and understand through the viewfinder what was difficult in the present. The sound of the old, large Hasselblad shutter slamming down was therapeutic. A show of respect. This is important to me, you were important to me with each click. It is painful and beautiful to look at the images so raw and real, a universal experience we all as human beings share. Thank god for photography…it has saved me so many times.

She was beautiful and wild, she had her father’s green thumb, she was amazing at crafts and I’ll ALWAYS miss her potato soup and cornbread, the memories of standing in the kitchen together, and most of all she loved her family past and present.

To every spring, my Grandma, I will think of you when the garden starts to grow. To every red bird that sits on my windowsill I will think of it as you stopping by to say hello. 

Much love until we see each other again. 

To my family – though my work takes me far away, I carry you all inside my heart and think of you often, as I hope to be half the woman she was. 


DIY: Grandma’s Potato Beads

Much of my childhood was filled with DIY projects with my grandma from pillows to puff paint to iron on tee shirt designs. This year in my stocking I had one of my grandma’s potato bead necklaces and while I was home a quick tutorial on how-to make these wallet friendly pieces… though I prefer the ones made by Grandma.


Peel a potato and cut into 1 inch cubes. Thread them onto a skewer to dry which also makes the hole to slide on ribbon (or stretchy jewelry cord) later. Let dry for about a week. Paint, thread, tie & gift! I wear mine as a necklace, hair accessory, belt, and bracket! 

Voilà! A little twist here, tuck there and the beads hit the town! Thanks Grandma!

Grandma’s Potato Soup & Cornbread

For me this is the definition of comfort food, my grandma’s potato soup and cornbread. It’s a staple at her house and one I always request when I’m home in Texas. Nobody else makes this in my family because nobody makes it as good as Grandma. I’ve had 2 separate tutorials and one phone walk through of the recipe so I can get quick fixes in New York to hold me over until I’m back under her care. This past New Year’s Day I made the southern tradition of black eyed peas and cabbage (luck & money) and this very meal for love of family.

Golden Cornbread:

*My Grandma doesn’t use measurements so everything is “about”

1 cup of yellow corn meal

1 cup flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

1 egg


Mix all the ingredients together and stir with water “not too thin, not too thick”

Drop by the spoonful into hot oil. Sample with a quarter size amount first, might need salt. Using a fork flip them over once the underside is golden brown.

While trying to keep up and shoot her making this (she works FAST) she said very proudly “I used to do this with a baby on my hip.” There’s nothin’ like southern women.

Potato Soup:

3 potatoes


1/2 cup milk

1 Tablespoon flour



Peel the potatoes and cut up, add to enough water to cover the potatoes. Boil until mushy. In the mean time add 1/2 cup of milk with 1TBS of flour and mix well. Once potatoes are mushy slowly add the milk and flour mixture. Turn off heat and add salt to taste. Serve with pepper for everyone to add how much they like. We always crumble a piece of cornbread into our soup and it’s MmMMm-mmm good.

Thanks Grandma!