I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…

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As part of our quest to support women’s issues, Katana Photography is excited to announce our first ever Celebrating Survival contest!
Having any kind of cancer is frightening and confusing. In recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Katana Photography is welcoming all survivors from all forms of cancer to participate…

Weekly Photo

When I was looking to buy my wedding invitations (back in April), I found a lot of designers on Etsy. After narrowing it down to a couple different designs/companies, I contacted both for their pricing list. One was pretty significantly more expensive–almost $2 per invitation more. Which I think all…

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When talking to people about photography, I hear one phrase over and over again: Kids and dogs are the hardest subjects to photograph.
I, personally, don’t have this problem with my clients…kids and dogs are among my favorite things to photograph. Maybe it’s because I like to have any excuse…

Weekly Puppies

Last week, Sean and I had our morning coffee on the balcony and watched as the Enterprise shuttle was pulled down the Hudson on a tug boat. It’s on its way to the Intrepid and I can’t wait to see it up close at the museum!

Weekly Coffee

What’s Worse Than a Bad Day?

A day that starts out bad, with lots of tears. And then something great happens and you’re smiling so wide it looks like a hanger is caught in your mouth. And then something AWFUL happens and ruins the high you were on. And then something good happens, but not as good as the first good thing….and then that 2nd good thing falls through before it had the chance to blossom.

It’s like an emotional roller coaster. Seriously…if it’s gonna be a bad day, fine. I can take it. A good day? Even better. But this back and forth shit kills me. I never had a chance to fully enjoy the good things because the bad overpowered them.

I got a small glimpse into how my life would be if I were bipolar. Let me tell you folks, it was not pretty. If I ever learn that I am truly manic-depressive…do not hesitate to give me the prozac.

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