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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…

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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…

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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!

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DUDE. Duuuuuuude.

I KNOW. It’s been a while–don’t berate me, please. The fall/winter months are my craziest and this year was definitely not the exception to the rule. It usually slows down by now, but NOPE. No rest for me. But with how the economy has been, I definitely don’t want to complain. This is me not complaining.

I was home for the holidays visiting my family and I just cannot believe how big my niece is getting. She’s no longer a baby–she’s like, a kid or something. It’s crazy. One tradition that the two of us seem to share every time I visit is the back scratch. She loves her back and head being scratched. Almost every night of my visit, I was requested at bedtime to lay down with her and scratch her back and head for 10 minutes. The last night of my visit, I was wearing my new charm bracelet (a Christmas gift from my mama) and after she had fallen asleep, I very carefully tried to crawl out of the bed. The thing about charm bracelets, though–they’re not known for being quiet. The damn thing clinked and chinged and Addy’s eyes popped wide open. I froze in my spot hoping she’d pass out again. Instead, she pointed at my nose and smiled behind her pacifier. “Silly, Aunt Colleen.” I don’t know exactly what she was referring to here–my bracelet? The fact that I woke her up? I didn’t say anything, just continued sitting there frozen. As if I didn’t move an inch, she would just fall back asleep. Instead, she kept staring at me. “I love our time together, Aunt Colleen.”

Oh, boy.  Tears filled my eyes and spilled out onto her forehead. She giggled and wiped them off. I kissed her on the top of her head and slipped out of the room, listening at the crack of the door with her baby monitor in hand to make sure she fell back asleep. I heard her breath fall back into a steady beat and a breathy whisper that sounded very much like sleep talk: “Silly Aunt Colleen….”

DUDE. Duuuuuuude.

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