When I wrote about what it is to sacrifice in the name of motherhood, or even in a relationship, I never thought about photography. Of what excellent little subjects I’d have blitzing about. And when I set out to write a few books, I’d told my publisher that I was a storyteller, that it didn’t matter the medium. I could write for television, books, blogs, or capture a gesture, tell a story, in a photo. But I can’t. There isn’t enough time. You can have it all; you just can’t have it all at once. Now that I’m on break, between books, I hope to have a bit more normal, steady, time for photography and scrapbooking… as soon I’ll need to work on the year two book.