My refrigerator is a time capsule of my son’s life to date, covered with school pictures that show how much he’s changed over the years. Especially the awkward ones. Unfortunately, each one is pretty much a glorified mug shot, only with a soft-focus...
For as long as I can remember, my grandmother had silhouettes of her six kids hung along the fireplace. I loved the fact that just by looking at the profiles of these children I could identify the adults around me. I was happy to discover how Pretty Faces has...
