Category Archives: Personal

jenn babb | the singles project.

I came by Jenn’s home on an afternoon at the start of summer in 2019; I was greeted by her and her dog, Cruzie, at the front door. When she and I had first started planning for her session, she was living in the suburbs of Chicago and was in the midst of contemplating a…

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courtney | the singles project.

I am (and have always been) a person who loves birthdays. I love an excuse to celebrate the people I love, a reason to clink drinks and leave voicemails and treat myself and tell friends and family how thankful I am for the day of their birth because the world just feels that much better…

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chloe | the singles project.

When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time thinking about the names I would someday give my future daughters (or because I was twelve years old and hadn’t thought in a rational way about parenthood or having children, the names I wished I had been given myself). Most of these names were derived from…

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puerto rico, winter ’19 | the full rundown.

I was in the middle of the busiest month of my 2018 wedding season when Michael asked me if I wanted to take a trip together during my eventual off season that would follow. Michael and I are *slightly long distance (it’s roughly a 2.5 hour drive between my place in Chicago and his in…

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single | a declaration + a new project.

“How are you liking Chicago? Maybe you’ll meet a boy up there,” my Grandma said into the phone, both optimistically and reassuringly. “Yeah, may-be.” I responded with an uptick in my pronunciation of the second syllable – you know, to denote positivity. “I said that to your Grandpa the other day, and he said, “well,…

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