On Monday I flew home from South Florida where I did a commercial job for my friend Rasheena. She is starting a company with her business partner Leslie called Kickstand Collections. They will be offering curated children's book collections that can be personalized with bookplates. Very cool idea, huh? Anyway, we worked very hard. They styled, coordinated and propped and I photographed about 35 children over two days. We were wiped out, but we found time to play as well. Rasheena and I always have fun together and this time I got to meet and stay with her wonderful family and meet many of her friends as well. On my flight home yesterday afternoon we hit some really bad turbulence. It was the only time I thought I would die on an airplane. I was TERRIFIED. The plane would rumble and buckle and then dive down and felt like it would speed up and then kept repeating the process. This woman and I locked eyes across the aisle and the look on her face was of abject terror, which if course made me even more afraid. Strangely listening to 'Law and Order' on the tv with my eyes closed was a comfort. And I was very surprised what went through my head. Mostly I found myself thinking of my children (of course) and asking God to help me, which as an atheist I found troubling. But as I said to Rasheena after the fact, "Who was I going to ask for help, a Diet Coke?" Let's just say that I am glad that I am not flying again any time soon.
I arrived back more grateful than usual. Ben had lost his first tooth while I was gone and Sam had pink eye AGAIN. Welcome home.
