I’ll admit it. I don’t pray enough. I don’t read my Bible enough. I don’t share my faith enough. I don’t love God enough. I’m an impetuous, passionate, impatient mess and yet God loves me perfectly. That’s why I was drawn to Crossroads. It’s the plethora of motorcycles in the lot. It’s my bearded, pierced,...
Author Archives: Baltimore | DC Wedding Photographer Kathy Freundel
Gypsy.
Reserve your tickets here. Art is the great unifier uniquely eqpipped to inspire, encourage and restore healthy relationships within a community. That’s why I LOVE September Song, attend their show every year and take every chance I can to gush about them. I think I told you last year that Septmenber Song’s Sound...
Fan of the Day. Larabar.
My girlfriend shot me a message yesterday. “Go look on the Larabar site. You’re fan of the day!” Whaaa? So. it’s true. I did that post last week on my favorite things from Boston, and one of my “kisses” went out to Larabar, a meal consisting of 100% raw fruit and nuts- no sugar, gluten,...
Rob.
Urban jib. Did we have the guts? Because the stone inclines on campus were tempting . . . and he had his snowboard. . . . and Raven’s training camp was filtering out. Did we? or did we follow the rules? Rob’s a fascinating mix of urban funk and intellectualism that...
Jono.
He has a freak flag. A big one that’s constantly whipping around him wherever he goes. That’s why he’s one that I’m drawn to in a whole room of people. He always has a kind word. He’s always game for a new adventure. He’s always coloring outside the lines . . . in a...
Bliss.
Our trip home from Boston on Sunday was a dilly. I spent most of the drive wondering why road tolls aren’t just wrapped into taxes . . . and cursing myself that I don’t have an EZPass, although EZPass doesn’t stop the bickering of restless sojourners in the back seat. But my travel pain...
My Favorite Things.
One of the most fun things about living in a friend’s home {for me} is to see how a fellow sojourner keep the wheels on the cart. So, here are a couple of nuggets that I stole from Katy and my week as a Needham-ite. 1. My Citizen’s Eco Drive watch. I...
Plum Island.
Following her down the beach access road, I had the strongest sensation that I had journeyed this chapter in one of my summer reads. The one about the hip mom that collected free spirited, bare footed kids, threw them in her ’75 La Sabre, and adventured off to a day at the basin, collecting periwinkles,...
Sistahood.
My sister. The beautiful Nancy, who has raised up this gaggle of laughter and affection, is the most deliberate mother I know . . . pouring into her daughters’ lives, and building a house of love and authenticity that will weather the storms. She’s on her knees daily for these captivating young ladies. I’ve...
ZOOM.
We lived way out in the country, so even with a 100 foot antenna bracketed to the side of our rancher, we only could tune into a handful of channels. My all time favorite was a PBS show called ZOOM. “W-aaa-tch ZOOM. Z-DOUBLE O -M. Boston Mass oh-two-one-three-four!” I sent away for the ZOOM club...
