Katie Swift

A Little Thanksgiving…

Today I went to Starbucks to waste my daily three dollars on a drink and sanity. A car of three teenage girls tried to cut in front of me but I wasn’t having it. They gave me dirty looks and pulled around behind me. I was praying for one of them to get out and...

The Family Photographer

Everything I need to know about taking great family pictures I can learn from Jenny. Family is who we hang up in our hallways. The faces we want to see on our way to the kitchen. We collect our time together in rectangles. Find our lost loved ones in frames. Flashed out and faded. Awkward...

As Sacred as a Sidewalk…

I was driving down Stroop the other day when I remembered a time in my life that I thought I had forgotten. I was around 19 years old and I wrestled with depression, an eating disorder and my Nanny had just died. I use to take power walks around the neightborhood to make myself feel...

The gift my mother gave me

My mother came over the other day right as I was lying the kids down for their naps. She waited for me on the couch and when I finally sat down beside her, she looked at me in a way she never had before. She told me she was sorry.  I don’t remember if she grabbed...

Forever Smile

Last night Josh’s grandpa passed away. His name was Frank. His grandkids called him froggy. He was a man obsessed with politics and peace and he wrote a children’s book. He was a father of two boys and a whole lot of girls. He was a kisser of cheeks and he lived right down the...

The love we have been given

Parenting is not a religion. It is not a list of rules I can follow and be made righteous. A library of books I can read and understand. A way of life that can make my family more Holy. It’s not about whether we homeschool or let our kids watch tv. The nurturing mothers don’t...

We felt like children

My grandmother passed away. She was my father’s mother. I didn’t know her very well. The truth is, I have a whole family that I don’t know very well. On the way to the funeral my big brother and I talked about our childhood. We talked about how alone we felt, the way we were...

Looking Back…

The older I get the longer the road becomes. And can I look back. And the paths that were winding, seem straighter. The view that was clouded, seems clearer. The directions that were daunting, so simple. And it’s like it all makes sense. And yet at the same time, I feel more lost than I ever did....

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