Lisa R. Howeler

Freelance Writer & Photographer

It isn’t unusual for me to hit a creative funk in the winter. Days are short, the sun hides behind clouds and it’s too cold to take the kids anywhere to explore. I still try my best to take photographs inside the house, or whichever building we have sought shelter in from the nasty cold …

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We were picking my son up from an overnight camping trip with his school when my 3-year old tripped and fell. My son’s friend helped her up and told me she was saying there were worms on her hands and she couldn’t get them off. “Worms! Worms!” she told me holding her hands out to …

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There we were driving over the back roads to the small Christian school my son attends and just like that summer was over. Sure we had one more day before school officially began but on that humid summer night I felt a tight feeling in my chest and knew it was because the carefree days …

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She is drawn to mud puddles like a moth to flame. Like a horse to water. Like a fly to poop. Like me to chocolate.   She was drawn that day and I let her – even though she was wearing a new cute, light pink dress and I had a feeling it would end …

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You know what’s really annoying? Having to say what a blessing it is to watch our children grow up. I see it all the time in the photography world. A mom-tog (not a bad term in my mind though it is to some) posts a photo of her oldest on instagram and writes a beautiful …

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I picked up my 10 year old son  the last day of camp and found him covered in mud and smiling – just the way I like to see him. He attends a day camp about 45 minutes from our house in rural Bradford County, Pa. for a week each June. Stoney Point Camp is …

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I’m in the kitchen trying to perfect a Ree Drummond recipe but every few moments my oldest is shouting that the cat is on his Lego table knocking pieces off to smack around on the floor or the youngest is holding an empty bowl and asking me when she can have “port top” (pork chop). …

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So far this summer there has been too much playing and not enough cleaning.  The laundry has taken over the laundry room; there are dirty dishes trying to crawl out of our sink; the neighbors invited us to swim but Little Miss just fell asleep on my lap, covered in paint; Legos are strewn across …

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You are about to hear a question.   It may amuse you. It may shock you. It might make you angry. It will definitely confuse you.   I get it. I felt all of those things the four times someone has asked me the question. I was at a park with my daughter the first …

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