Mother’s Day and Dan’s 25th Birthday: a day of celebration and a recreation of an old photo.

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Earlier this week, my wife lost her job, or as I like to put it — they lost her. Lay-offs, corporations, poor decisions, blah blah blah. I am a jaded man when it comes to big companies, so I really should not be listened to, but my wife is a rockstar employee.
We once worked in the same corporation years back, and it was always fun when our paths would overlap — someone would even ask one of us, “Are you guys really married?” Because she is awesome, and well, I am… not. ‘Not’ could be a lot of words that really don’t need to be in this post. I had an allergic reaction to corporate life — that is why I work for a company that has my name on it.
But this is not about me. This is about my wife, who, due to some poor decision-making by others, is looking for a job. So today she came into the studio and got new headshots — that’s what people do. I do a lot of “looking for a new job headshots.” Though most people pay, she did not, but I will let it slide.
When asked what I should share if someone asks what she did, I was given this statement: Senior Executive Assistant, a ton of experience supporting senior leaders with complex scheduling, global travel & expenses, and keeping things running smoothly behind the scenes. Her office always sounded like a UN meeting, she is truly a global resource. You can see all the details on her LinkedIn, plus some incredible praise from people with a different last name, so it doesn’t feel so biased.
In short, if you have any insight, contacts, or leads that might help her find work, you would be doing the world a favor — because the alternative is me going back to corporate, and I can’t even finish that lie. I am never going back. They would never take me anyway.

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Barbie got a new haircut today, so we took a photo. She has great hair, it deserves to be photographed.

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To celebrate Babrie’s Birthday, we made a short trip to the Berkshires. The plans didn’t work out as planned due to the weather, but we made the best of it.

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The last day of our trip to Romania was spent mostly in Brașov—easily one of our favorite stops. I made her sit and pose in the crowded square, cars buzzing by, people everywhere trying to figure out why I was on the ground giving directions to someone meters away. Then she offered to do the same for me. I am proud of her getting down on the ground with the camera working away in the masses of people. She looks a hell of a lot better.

Over the years, I’ve traveled a lot for work and photos. Together we’ve seen plenty, too, mainly around the States. Lately, though, she’s become a world traveler. This year alone, she’s been to India, London, Paris, NYC, and now Romania—all for work, with more coming. I love that she’s finally getting to see the world. There’s something about traveling alone that’s exciting, and she gets that, too. This trip was four days of work for her, with three days for us. I tagged along and got the best of both—some days on my own, the rest with her.

Our first trip was to Warren, Vermont, 31 years ago. If you told those two kids they’d be driving some wild narrow, narrow, roads in Romania together three decades later, they probably would’ve just said, “Sounds cool.” No one I’d rather travel with—which is good, because in a few weeks, we’ve got another big trip to get ready for.

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