Another Day in Dallas, Texas, at the Walgren House

I started the day Wednesday watching Theo sitting in my mom’s lap howling like Mowgli from the Jungle Book.  How far away I feel from life as a photojournalist.  Somedays, I wish all I had to do was to watch Theo howl, or sleep, or eat or just be – something I get to do in other people’s lives but rarely in my own life.

I struggle with my responsibility to support my family and my intense desire to be free to do what I want to do creatively…  I have worked for newspapers for the good portion of my adult life and freelanced for a few years while I lived in Taos, NM.  I like being attached to a publication and being part of a team, but I also want to do things that inspire ME, not just just illustrating things that inspire our columnists and writers that I am tasked with illustrating.  I have always wanted to have a photo/video column, and now I do have one through this blog.  Find the go around, that is my new motto.

 

Theo is teaching himself how to stand on his head on my parents’ leather armchair.  My mom keeps watching him tear apart the couch and the living room and says she never let her children do that, which I remember.  I am very happy that she is letting her grandson reek havoc on her house.  I am living vicariously through him!  

It is hard to see my father slipping away.  I cannot imagine what he must be going through watching his own body fail him after being such a rock for so many people for so many years.  He was such a huge boulder that he could no longer see when the cracks were forming in his foundation – or at least he did not want to see those fissures.  He has been such an inspiration to me and to so many other people that life without him will not be the same.  I am still amazed that his heart attack and the two strokes that followed did not kill him.  Norwegians/Swedes are strong you know what’s…

 

My father’s main caregiver is named Hazel and she is an Angel – for sure.  I am not quite certain how so found us or vice versa, but our lives will never be the same again.  She cares for us all, not just my father, and has been such a source of strength for my mother.  Theo adores her, as do I, Peter and Hans – plus the rest of my family.  We have excellent discussions about life and politics and I wish I could be here with her for the election in November.  She is from Mississippi and knows what this election means to so many people in this country that have never had a voice.

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2 Responses to “Another Day in Dallas, Texas, at the Walgren House”


  1. 1 peter September 12, 2008 at 12:22 am

    Awesome baby. Really amazzzzing! I am so proud of you! I’m really glad you have this time with your family. It is so critical. I want to create with you, and continue to build our beautiful dream, together.

    We are soo blessed!

    Look forward to seeing you on Sunday! Can’t wait!

    xo P

  2. 2 peter September 12, 2008 at 12:25 am

    Amazzing photos babe, words too. Timeless. Pedro


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