Love hustle

I was your mistress. Then you wrote me love letters and taught me how to drive. We played soulmates and self-destruction, painted a story on walls of our own, interlaced our fingers and traced our names in the sky. You called me LuLu and I stayed a while, now we go 'round with smiles on our lips 'cause the ride is still fun and fine. We were never that good at goodbye; Baby's got me by the hand and by the heart.

Kitten and Ink

A little shy, and sad of eye, but very wise was he.

Mooie kleine Nederlandse kinderen

Hey Mumma

I love this shot of my mum rocking a magazine shoot in the 60's.  I found it in a box of old photos when I was little and fell in love with it.  Isn't she a glamour!  Dad says whenever she walked into a room, all you'd hear was the dull thud of jaws hitting the floor.  

As a six year old I'd never really considered my parents having a life before I was born.  Finding this, I discovered not only that mum was this stunning creature, but that my parents lived exciting, remarkable lives before the concept of my siblings and me even existed.  I like that.  Growing up, Mum made sure we understood the importance of maintaining your own identity; that no matter the roles you play throughout your life - daughter, wife, mother - you're a person first and foremost and a powerful entity on your own.  This photo helps me to remember that when I feel like I'm losing myself.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost; the master of making simple words say profound things.

Sometimes when I meet new people, I worry I'll mention something they haven't told me but that I've discovered through some light Internet stalking.

Cursing at the Moon

Sometimes, a loud, resounding, "fuck you" is the best answer.

But not always, sadly.