love (n)

     1. an intense feeling of deep affection 

I’ve always had a deep infatuation with love. I remember being in the 6th grade and going to my friend Rachel’s pool party in Pacific Palisades, CA. There I met her grandparents (whose names are escaping me now), but at 24 I can still remember how the conversation unraveled. I stared directly at Rachel’s grandmother, noticing her hand grazing the shoulder of her husband. I don’t quite know what compelled me to start a dialogue, but at 11 I was still just as fierce and direct as I am now. “How long have you been married?” I asked inquisitively. Her lips curled into a proud smile. “43 years,” she replied. “Wow,” I exclaimed in disbelief. "What do you still have to talk about?!” I was seriously mystified. How do you maintain good conversation with the same person for that span of time? It was a turning point for me, and I became engrossed with love ever since. 

Cheryl Strayed, one of my favorite authors, says it best. “The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of love.” And it’s true! I firmly believe it’s the main reason we’re here, and love is the only rational act out there. Especially in light of all the tragic things happening in our world. That’s why I think it’s important to capitalize on it, to treasure and preserve it. And that’s why I do what I do. There is something so magical about raw, uninhibited love, and I intend on spending much of my life capturing that for people. So I’m making a commitment to you, virtual world, vowing that you can expect to read my jabber on love HERE, once a week, accompanied by pictures of course, depicting adoring couples and families. 

See you next week!