Writer. Photographer. Child of God
My husband and I had very different ideas about what song we would use for our first dance. We both had songs that made us think of each other, but none of them were the same. We went back and forth for a while, until I struck a new idea. We met at Raritan Valley... Continue Reading →
Christmas cards, like so many other things around the holidays, seem to have an etiquette all their own. I’ve never understood the whole, card for card thing. People are thrown into an absolute panic if they get a card from someone who they didn't send one too. You’d think they were wedding invitations and not... Continue Reading →
Flushed from my successful six-hour road trip to Williamsburg, I decided to tackle the next fear on my list, driving alone. I used to be able to drive by myself for an hour, so that's all I'm really shooting for. I figure an hour is enough to get me to my parents house or to visit the friends... Continue Reading →
It was not my intention to dive into the sea of National Novel Writing Month. I watched swarms of writers on social media, flexing and stretching along the dock, waiting for November 1st, the starting pistol shot that would send them all plunging downward in a desperate race against themselves for 50,000 words and a brand new... Continue Reading →
Summer is long over. The lingering days of warmth faded into an early morning chill that warned of autumn creeping over nature. If summer is the peak of warmth and winter the peak of cold, then autumn and spring are the transitional seasons. The tweeners. I don't particularly like being hot because I love tea... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I posted about my struggle with anxiety disorder and depression. After which, I mentioned how I’ve been pushing my boundaries, forcing myself to stand against the things that most frighten me On this list is the gradual expansion of my forty-five minute radius safety bubble. I was sitting at about two and a half hours when my in-laws invited... Continue Reading →
Growing up, my mother used to tell me stories about people who went on nature walks. They usually ended with small children huddled together against the cold in an abandoned car, while the parent wandered boldly to his death in the mountains, searching for help. These stories were probably meant to instruct me to make... Continue Reading →
I am one of many that suffer from anxiety disorder and depression. I’ve been told by friends and family that this is something you don’t talk about, but I am going to talk about it. I am tired of the forced shame from others who don’t understand what it’s like. I love birds. I think they’re... Continue Reading →
Most artists have a preferred way to practice their craft. Some people crank up the music. Some people head out to a favorite coffee shop, wrap their fingers around a warm cup 'o joe and their feet around the metal legs of the chair. I recently read an article about a woman who decided that she should dress up... Continue Reading →
I’ve developed a recent fascination with graveyards. As morbid as that sounds, in an odd way they’re utterly beautiful. The air today smells of grass and approaching autumn; cool and sharp with a hint of falling leaves. It's quiet, a fact simultaneously chilling and comforting. Just the wind in the trees and the twittering of... Continue Reading →
Rachel Svendsen 