Sarajevo: A Photographer’s Dream

Sarajevo: A Photographer’s Dream

As many of you may already know, I grew up in Sarajevo, Bosnia, a tiny country in Europe, just off the Mediterranean Sea. My family and I moved there when I was 5 and I lived there until I graduated high school at 18. I’ve been to a lot of places in my lifetime, Paris, Rome, Budapest, Cedarville, MI….but in all of those experiences, in all of those different cultures and architecture and people, Bosnia is still my favorite. Continue reading “Sarajevo: A Photographer’s Dream”

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The Reinhard Chronicles: One Year Anniversary

The Reinhard Chronicles: One Year Anniversary

I think the title says it all, but this past weekend, Chesh and I celebrated our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! Talk about big deal stuff!! We went to Traverse City, MI to re-assert ourselves into civilization, and use up some gift cards we’ve been hoarding for a year. Continue reading “The Reinhard Chronicles: One Year Anniversary”

Hosting the Perfect Tea Party

Hosting the Perfect Tea Party

It was December when the idea hit me like a snowball to the face. I wanted to host a tea party. A fancy tea party with finger sandwiches and cute deserts and teacups. All the women who I worked with along with the wives of the men I worked with would be invited. It would be a chance for us to all get together, spending time enjoying something out-of-the-ordinary, and to enjoy being a little fancy. Continue reading “Hosting the Perfect Tea Party”

4 Ways to Wear Leather Leggings

4 Ways to Wear Leather Leggings

I’m a legging person. I honestly don’t always understand why more people aren’t. After all, leggings are stretchy, comfortable, and warm. They are my go-to pants in the fall and winter. If I had my way, I would never wear pants, but since that would be socially unacceptable, I wear leggings. Continue reading “4 Ways to Wear Leather Leggings”

Hiraeth

Hiraeth

Sometimes I find myself so incredibly alone. Alone and tired. I miss…something. I want to go back but, like a fading dream, it slips away from me before I can remember. Sometimes I think I know what it is and where I last left it, but I’m afraid that if I go back it won’t be the way I remembered it. It’ll be different. And worst of all…maybe it’ll be the same, and I’ll be the one who is different. Continue reading “Hiraeth”