. . . called Fruit of the Womb. I know it sounds really corny, but I have been bearing and rearing children since I found out I was expecting in February 1982. These fruits have been and are still a very big part of my life and have helped shape the good parts of the…
The words of the old song, “She’s gone, gone, gone, and I can’t go on . . .whoaohoh” keep running through my mind. My coon-raising friend said she would hear and heed the call of the wild by November. He was right. I miss her kid glove hands, her ultra-soft underbelly, the myriad squeaks and…
Just as our children grow older, and the photo ops happen less often, the same holds true for raccoons. Again, who would believe that this young adult coon and elderly doggie would play together? This is their morning ritual in my room while I check my email . . . before I have to put…
Chaoui is a teencoon now and doesn’t think it’s cool to spend a lot of time with Mommy and the family. She is spending more and more time exploring the great outdoors—even staying out all night at times. She has broken curfew and just refuses to accept being “grounded”!!! Here are the rare indoor photos…
There is nothing outstanding about these photos. I just want to share with you some of Chaoui’s antics. She is always into something. A friend of mine who has raised wild coons told me she would be a “perpetual toddler” and that I should photograph her while I can, because eventually, she will hear the…
When you have many children spread out over a number of years, something happens to the last-born child. Namely, he gets to do more things earlier in the timeline of childhood than the older siblings. The reason? The older siblings. I don’t remember my oldest two sons having their own shotgun at the age of…