July + August film // 2023


Independence Day, two museums (NHM, Getty Center), portraits of everyone, some closeups. This summer has definitely been my closeup era. 

After a year+ of not shooting very consistently, I feel like myself again. Making photographs grounds me. Maybe that's a little dramatic... photography might just be the frosting of my life. Still. So joy.

All photos made by me on Kodak films. Canon EOS 3, 50mm 1.2 lens ///
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June film // 2023


A few pieces of June. E's 9th birthday, berry picking, bugs in the yard, Huntington Gardens, Tanaka Farms, school's out. Shot on Kodak film by me through Canon EOS 3 // 50mm 1.2L lens.

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follow your curve

 i remember taking lucy to the pediatrician when she was a baby. she was sort of small for her age, but her doctor assured me that as long as Lu was following her own curve, she was fine. if she had started in the 60th percentile, she didn't need to be catching up to the 90th in order to stay healthy. staying in the 60's was right for Lucy.


I imagine that when I meet my Makers, They're going to ask me what I did with the tools I was given. Did i follow my own curve? I can't imagine my Heavenly Father and Mother being disappointed in me for being 100% unathletic or for winning zero Nobel Prizes or not having twelve children. That’s not the curve I’m meant to follow.

Though I can't remember it, something in my gut tells me that They handed me a few talents, said, "Be good. Be kind. Find us. Use these." and sent me to live on this planet.

Sometimes it's hard to talk about our talents without feeling rude or ridiculous, but I'll try. Here are some of the tools I brought with me from Heaven.

I listen.
I am a sharer.
I am okay with being wrong.
I'm gorgeous. (Just kidding, wanted to see if anyone was paying attention)
I feel what others feel.
I am a knowledge collector (not to be mistaken for great student).
I am an includer.
I make pretty good food.
I am really good at doing funny voices when I read books to my kids.
I capture moments to help others relive important memories.

K your turn. What’s your talent? Don’t be shy.


originally shared on instagram July 5, 2021

i loved you when

 when you bought me flowers after the baby's circumcision
when you said, "you're doing great babe" – all 1,099 times
when i saw this dorky greeting card in cvs
when i got my film back and that photo of you kissing the baby 
when you brought me tea during zoom therapy
when you changed the channel because there was a joke about eating disorders

the children in this house

in this house there are children i don't know
i spend endless afternoons
between half-unpacked bags of groceries
and paused bluey episodes
mastering you
studying and squeezing and memorizing you
and then you wake up
new
who?

you mick
you graduated from the swaddle, you want your arms free
quietly left newbornhood, rolled over, smiled at me, not sorry for getting big 
my brilliant bubble of a boy, a rainbow, a sudsy mouth with a bursty laugh
but i'll keep putting you to bed in here by me

and you lucy 
you draw peace signs on everything, sign every picture "L.S.S."
you never run, always totter
a mysterious blonde wisp, accessorized like phoebe from friends
can you teach me to sew mama? can i do gymnastics class mama?
but you know fairies are real

and you eleanor
eleanor PI, open for business
interested, interesting
bollypop, bossypants
the latest career consideration: public defender, what could be better for you?
getting the hang of the layers beneath a wink
but you still want to hold hands on the couch

and you charlie
grandmom taught you the word "relentless" 
you stand your ground like the family prizefighter
"wow mom you look beautifuller than ever in that shirt!"
batting left, fielding right
a speckle of freckles
but your cheeks and lips are still puffy with pre-covid baby fat

three and a half years in this house
hiding, seeking, sleeping, fighting, righting, calming, 
bathing, losing, finding, wondering, thundering, stumbling, 
sailing, praying, staying
children
forever 
in this house

march + april film // 2023

Spring is here and we are full of cheer. 
The reinvigoration of my double exposure series, Mirror Blossoms!
Eleanor reads to Mick!
Lucy at soccer!
Charlie at the farm! 
All photos shot on Portra 160 film through my Canon EOS 3. 

dream job

how much does a sink full of dishes weigh?
eternal clutter
a home exalted to the highest degree of clutter
crushing pressure
make things special
make the house a home
cleanliness, godliness
teach these magical banshees everything they need to know...

again

dropping the kids off at school this morning felt wrong. like i was bubbling in B on a scantron but i knew the answer was C. my body was screaming at me, "take them home. it's not safe here. don't leave them here. why are you doing this? stop. keep them with you. stop!!"

but if i kept them home, i would have had to tell them why, and i can't place that burden on them.

i said goodbye 2 hours and 26 minutes ago. as far as i know, my children are still alive.

as i drove away from the girls' school, i watched them. watching their shadows, slowly spinning around and noticing the long shapes in the morning light. i studied their floppy pink and purple backpacks they each picked out the summer before kindergarten. i wondered if this was the last moment i'll ever see them alive. not in a hypothetical way. in a real way. in my body, at this moment, i am housing the possibility of the flurry of texts with other moms, sirens blaring up my street, young blood splattered across the rainbow rug and the Important Person reports stapled to the walls of their small classrooms. this isn't an alex-specific nightmare. it's not a freak accident. it happened to hundreds of families YESTERDAY.


i should have taken a picture of them this morning.







here's a thought – and hear me out – 

fuck this.

lazy b // feb 2022


Duncan, AZ
Feb 2022
The kids and I road tripped from LA to the Lazy B solo for the first time. As always, our time on the ranch was magical, surreal, and unforgettable. I'm super proud of all of them for riding horses – thanks to Kristen and David – and especially proud of Lu who fell off her horse and, after a big hug, got right back on. I love my little Sorensen kids! 
All shot on Portra 160 on my Canon EOS 3. More here:

im sorry my son

10:16 pm
1/30/23


Today was the first day
That I didn’t nurse you

It will haunt me for a long time
That I gave up – right? I did, didn’t I?

If I had just tried harder
Sacrificed a little more
Slept less
Pumped more
Hydrated
Meditated
Maybe it would have been enough

I hate whatever part of me said “it’s too hard”
I’m embarrassed
I’m sorry
I’m so sorry
For robbing the poor to feed to rich

But my son I promise
To give you every drop of
myself
I’ll mix it in with each scoop of formula
I know it’s not as good but
I know what I can’t do
Breastfeeding is an alchemy that might as well be
Trigonometry
no matter how hard I try
I still —

I’m sorry

I’ll always wish I could have kept going
I’m haunted by my reasons for stopping
Maybe they aren’t good enough

But I hope I
will be


I have cried so many tears and I will cry liters more as those sacred days of feeding you fade farther and farther out of our life. The aching is overwhelming, it feels like being stuck in the ocean and not being confident enough to swim back in, but also being too tired to stay out in the water. My whole body is crying, this kind of heartbreak is worse than any cheating boyfriend, because it’s you my son