Monday, August 23, 2010

I am SO not Tyra!

My oldest daughter, who is nineteen, is the photographer in the family. She took my author photo and out of the twenty or so photos, it’s the one I hate the least. You see, the camera does not like me and I do not like it. Thinking I’m having a good hair day, good make-up day, good outfit day? Ha! All I have to do is say cheese and have a picture snapped of me. It is then that the truth will come out of its hiding place and slap me upside the head and say, “think again, my friend.”

Me: “Cheese”

Daughter: *Click*

Daughter: “Ugh, mom, smile with your eyes.”

Me: “HOW? Like this?” *Weird eye thing*

Daughter: “No mom, you look scary. Like this.” *pretty, very photogenic, smiling eye thing* “See; now you do it.”

Me, through clenched teeth: “How’s this?” *Double weird, scary eye thing*

Daughter: “Ugh, terrible and what’s with the creepy teeth thing?” *Click, *click, *click*

Me: “I love how I look in that picture Aunt Michele took of me and daddy that time. Can’t you do it like that?”

Daughter: “It’s out of focus, mom.”

Me: “Helloooo?? I know!”

Monday, August 9, 2010

It's a Small World for Real

Here is a picture of me and Torrey Maldonado, author of Secret Saturdays, taken at the Red Hook Old Timers Day. We both grew up in Red Hook but *cough* *cough* I'm *cough* older * double cough* A-hem. Anyway, one year at the Brooklyn Book Festival, (I think it was there or maybe an email. Can't remember I'm *old-er* remember?) my editor said, "Oh, I want you to meet Torrey, he's also from Red Hook." Well, when we met, we were like wait, what? Our families know each other! And not only that, but they knew each other from when they were YOUNG! What a happy surprise! He's not only my brother from the same publisher, but also my Red Hook brother! How great is that?

Secret Saturday's is an awsome look into the lives and friendships of young boys growing up in a housing project. Yes, Red Hook. If you get the chance, check it out.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Life is Weird, You Know?

Growing up or just trying like crazy to become grown sometimes gets in the way of taking notice of the things you have, like community and belonging. Today, I attended Red Hook’s Old Timer’s Day where I shared laughs, shed some happy tears with people who’ve been absent from my life for far too many years, and hugged numerous others. I came home with a heart full of love for a place that has made me, me and for the wonderful people who were there along the way. It was a good day …