I am so often asked why I don't share more pictures of myself online, and I am always surprised because I feel like I am always sharing all of myself all over the place. Also, each River Story™ image I take and share is a piece of my most vulnerable self and personal story. But, at the same time, I totally get it. We live in a world that wants instant access to everyone's faces. It's kind of weird, but what can I say? I google people just as much as the next person, so I really can't talk shit. 

On instagram, I share personal pictures sometimes, and that's where this one comes from. It's a crappy-quality iPhone photo that my son, Braedon, captured in our front reading room. I'm not wearing makeup and I have bedhead and there's a blanket on the arm of the couch because B and his friend jumped off it years ago and the wood snapped there. I collect pillows with Frida on them, because, I mean, it's Frida.

I'm really not sure what else to say here, except that I never want anyone to think I am hiding. I'm not. It's just that I share so much of my heart and soul every single day, and those are the things I value the most in other people, so I guess I just forget to show up in pictures. 

Maybe that will be my New Year's Resolution. A self portrait each week for a year. This could be fun...