lucky seven

Love gets harder as you go, yes. But it also gets better.

brandon, exceedingly personal, machinations, photography, why not be honestKate Elizabeth QueramNovember 29, 2022personal, brandon, photos, filmComment

a year and change

You carry this with you or you will, one day, carry this with you. Grief is a wound and none of us go unbruised.

exceedingly personal, machinations, why not be honest, photographyKate Elizabeth QueramOctober 17, 2022personal, grief diariesComment

once, when I was younger

You do not know the weight of the things you carry until you are able to put them down.

exceedingly personal, machinations, photography, travels, why not be honestKate Elizabeth QueramSeptember 26, 2022personal, film, photosComment

amsterdam

I miss the world. (Film and digital, 2016.)

travels, photographyKate Elizabeth QueramApril 29, 2022travels, photosComment

bits and pieces

We leave so much behind when we leave.

exceedingly personalKate Elizabeth QueramOctober 20, 2021familyComment

other people's stories, chapter two

They are not daydreams and happy endings, but things to be cautious about, to take your time with. He told this to a friend, who shrugged. “You’re right,” she said, “but at some point, that decision is always a leap of faith.”

machinationsKate Elizabeth QueramSeptember 2, 2021stories that aren't mine, photosComment

me & the RAV

I had that car for exactly half of my life; through college, grad school, five states, my first solo road trip, countless boyfriends, endless stoplight dance parties, one husband, two babies, one house, and a thousand past lives and versions of myself.

a poem on a Post-It

there are pieces of my life scattered all over these places

exceedingly personal, machinations, photographyKate Elizabeth QueramAugust 18, 2021poetry, film, personalComment

other people's stories, chapter one

In the end there was, maybe, something to be said for the process of picking through your past to decide what to keep and what to leave behind.

after so much time

Suddenly, I was very much alone for most of my waking hours. And instead of that feeling like a reprieve—a year ago, I would have given anything for even a moment of solitude—it felt so isolating.

Kate Elizabeth QueramMay 10, 2021Comment

a sort of insight

He had been commuting for years on his own, always taking the same route, but the deviation had thrown him and so he had to ask for help these days.

exceedingly personal, twinningKate Elizabeth QueramFebruary 12, 2020twinning, pregnancyComment

when everything and nothing goes according to plan

Brandon and I had been trying for a baby for almost a year when I got pregnant. The faint pink line appeared on the pregnancy test on a sunny Saturday in September, three weeks after we moved to Maryland.

By Tuesday, I was peeing blood.