He was born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti but grow up in United States. Our daughter was born in United States and I was born in Poland, but since Tuesday afternoon we are all Haitians. We can ALL relate to human hunger, loss, sorrow or pain… And we can all help and be Haitian.
www.redcross.org
Sweet. Dear. Loved. Precious. Cherished. Beautiful. Zachary.
Photographing newborns melts my heart. Well it melts everything in me and I am a walking gooey syrup for a couple of days:)
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For the past few weeks you could hear in our home and throughout my family one sentence “I can’t believe she will be 11!”, over and over again. In this common disbelieve the day of 11 came. Today. My daughter is growing up way to fast, and it feels like yesterday she was only one...
On The first day of 2010, my daughter munched on marshmallow and cats wondered around us, while I sat with my coffee and did puzzles – one of my favorite winter holiday activity. I find it meditative, plus it is my chosen reference to life:) Some pieces are hard to find, some seem to be useless,...
