For over 30 years, I’ve danced through different corners of photography—sometimes gracefully, sometimes tripping over Legos (courtesy of my two boys). Being a mom made it almost inevitable that I’d dive into children’s sports photography. What started as capturing muddy knees and victory smiles turned into creating keepsake portraits with a splash of graphic design magic.

Family portraits? Oh yes. Holidays, reunions, birthdays where the cake ended up on someone’s face—I’ve been there with my camera. In a few touching moments, my photos became the last image a family had of a loved one. That’s a responsibility I’ve never taken lightly. And when I need to clear my head, I turn to landscapes. I mean, come on—how can you not want to freeze-frame those jaw-dropping views across our beautiful country?

Now, I have one photography regret. Just one…(maybe).  You know that little voice that whispers, “Take a picture of this”? Well, in 2013, I ignored it. I was in Cape May, NJ with my best friends, and there it was—the Funtown Pier ferris wheel, backlit by a perfect sunset. The shot was in my mind, perfectly framed. But I didn’t lift the camera. Not long after, Superstorm Sandy swept it away. Poof. Gone. That image exists only in my memory.

I share this now because I’m channeling all those years and experiences into something even closer to my heart—maternity, newborn, and toddler photography. These moments, they vanish faster than a toddler’s attention span. I get it—life is expensive, time is tight, and we all have a thousand reasons to say, “maybe later.” But trust me, the sting of missing that ferris wheel photo is nothing compared to the regret of not capturing your baby’s gummy grin or that sleepy newborn stretch.

So yes, we all have our priorities. But if yours include preserving the most fleeting, magical moments of life—I’m here for it. With a camera. And probably snacks. Always snacks.