In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Connected.”
This is the image that comes to mind when I think ‘connected’. This is my oldest son with his wife and oldest son. While 6 year old CJ is not a big hand holder, his mom wanted me to take this picture and when she asked CJ to hold her hand, he was probably exhausted from our long day at the zoo and didn’t have the energy to put up a fight. This little family has been through a lot in the short time it has been in existence and I admire how closely connected they remain throughout their many hardships.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Creepy.”
This is the sight that greeted me when I walked into the family room today, a sign of my dog, Ari’s handy work. What do you think? Cute or creepy?
How about now?
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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Symbol.”
When I first decided to name my blog Dandelion Fuzz, I felt it was fitting. I hoped it would always feel that way. I wrote about naming my blog in The Birth of a Name or why I named my blog after a weed…. over a year ago.
Looking back at that post, I have a better understanding of why I chose that name. As I continue to write about my experience having a transgender child, as well as many other things, I realize that those dandelions represent more than just a symbol of resilience and wishes, childhood and joy.
Those dandelions stand for more than just possible wishes. Whether they are bright yellow flowers or puff balls of fuzz, it has been my attitude that determines what I see – weeds or wishes. So you can add ‘attitude’ to what dandelions mean to me.
As I take this journey with Kris, with all its twists and turns, I am finding myself in places I never thought I would be. I’ve met so many new, wonderful people. I’ve learned more about myself than I thought possible.
And even when that fuzz blows all over the place and I’m feeling like I’m flying apart in a million different directions, I try to hold onto my feelings of hope and positive energy. Wherever I land, I plant myself there and you better not try to pick me up and toss me away because I’m a lot stronger than you might think and I’m not going anywhere except where I want to be.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”
“Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren’t even there before.”
I love old screen doors!
Is this door the brightest or what? And it doesn’t appear to be for anything special- maybe an apartment? No signs or names.
I found this door in an antique shop in the attic. It was locked and dark but I could see dolls trapped inside. Poor things!
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
My backyard has been my muse for years now. Sitting out here relaxes me enough to clear my head for writing and it provides me with endless photos.
Ari is my most unwilling muse. She never fails to provide inspiration.
I never know when a muse might pop up when I’m antiquing!