Today I stayed for the rain at the pool. Just moved to a table under an umbrella that mostly shielded me, my book and my iPhone camera. I was disappointed when it tapered off because it was such a different pool experience but then the light afterward... magnificent.
(I was taking a look through random images to see what I wanted to put here tonight and this one jumped out as the one. Imagine my surprise when I saw it was taken exactly four years ago today.)
I was so happy to have caught this moment in time. I took it through a second-floor window after having come inside with the rest of the bridal party (except for the bride and groom). It was distractingly windy and all the time that the bridesmaids had spent on our coifs....poof, gone. Then the humidity finished us off. By the time we all walked down the aisle (inside) we looked remarkably natural for a fancy NYC wedding at a swank facility right on the East River. In between the weather and the ceremony, Brenna asked me if I’d be the person from her side to sign the ketubah. Which I did, at a round small table with a special pen the rabbi gave me. I was, and am, deeply honored.
I made this video for my grandma's memorial service. I loved my grandma. And she loved me.
When I was four we moved a block and a half away from my grandma and grandpa on the south side of Chicago. They lived on Wallace and we lived on Parnell — 115th and Halsted was the closest major intersection. I went to the same kindergarten as my mom and she and I would walk there. I did not like the teacher (too grouchy) but she did teach me to color in the faces of animals just like their bodies, which made my giraffe look much better. And for that I was thankful.
For first grade I started going to Morgan Park Academy. My dad would drive me there and I would take one of those small school buses home in the afternoon. A few days a week it would drop me at my grandma’s house because my mom was at the University of Illinois studying psychology.
My grandma would make me a grilled cheese sandwich almost every day because that was pretty much all I’d eat. She also made about half of my clothes (I got to choose the fabric) and once she stuck up for me with such passion when a neighborhood girl wasn’t nice that I thought, wow, my Grandma’s a hero. Sometimes I’d sit next to her when she played the piano. I’d watch her profile and her hands and think that she’s the most talented person I know even though she complains about needing more practice. I never heard her make a single mistake.
(Photo taken August 17, 2008. More here.)
My cousin Danae (who is actually my niece but “aunt” doesn’t work for us because we’re friends) came from Greece with her friend Galini in 2008 to find masters programs here in the states. They’re now enrolled in Northeastern in Chicago.
This photo is from a series we did at my place in Atlanta around two in the morning with the overhead recessed lighting plus a single light source....my reading lamp because that’s what was handy. She is an athlete and a superb model. At age 16 she was recruited to play professional basketball in Greece and helped lead her team to one or more significant championships in Europe while going to college and, later, working as a customer service rep at the same time. It was during this crazy-busy time she began to discover who she really is. But in some ways, I don’t think she’s even close yet.
Update — here's what she's doing now. Translation: changing the world. Not kidding.