I loved to press the shutter, to freeze time, to turn little slices of life into rectangle rife with metaphor.

Photography forces one out into the world, interacting with people and the environment. It flexes all those right brain, spatially-adept muscles.

It's 2013 ... The Time's obituary for Yvonne Brill, renowned rocket scientist, winner of the National Medal of Technology and Innovations, leads with, 'She made a mean beef stroganoff, followed her husband from job to job and took eight years off from work to raise three children. "The world's best mom," her son Matthew said.

Born in 1966, I came of age at the dawn of a revolution. The past was gone; we would move on and get over it!

Id always assumed that by 40 Id have at least a modicum of stability - a steady income, an established career, a bountiful fullness, like a pillow into which I could sink as I entered the second half of my life.

I loved to press the shutter, to freeze time, to turn little slices of life into rectangle rife with metaphor.

I am nothing if not rational about what is worthy of my anxiety and what is not, and I refuse to live my life as if a giant bus is just around the corner, waiting to crush me the minute I step off the curb.