Robin Dodd Photography

Me in my prime Little House watching years... Toward the end of the Little House run (When I saw the clip from the Today show tonight with the Little House on the Prairie cast I went straight to this excerpt from my childhood memoir, I'm no David Sedaris, but a few years ago my friend Janie and I did National Novel Writing Month and this is what I decided to write, lol a name has been changed to protect the not so innocent).          No one was hotter than Michael Landon. Michael Landon was Pa and he was the hottest Pa in Walnut Grove. I lived to see him in his suspenders every Monday night at 7:00. I was there.. glued to the black vinyl leather couch.. I loved it when Ma said “Oh Charles..” in that sweet voice of hers I loved that. Hopefully Mary, Laura and that strange Carrie slept deep because you know Ma and Pa liked each other alot, and there were many cold winter nights in Wisconsin and that was a VERY small cabin.          I especially loved to hate Nellie a

One of the things I love about the theatre is that by going on the journey to discover what makes a character do what he or she does and why, we are led closer to discovering what makes us tick, and for kids this is especially important I think. It's a life lesson we can't teach, all art brings us closer to ourselves, but there is just something about live theatre.. it's special. It is one of the things that sent me off into the wild blue yonder and at the same time saved me from myself.

Just a happy thought and a sweet photo from one of my last shoots. Today was one of those crystal clear blue days with the puffy clouds.  Southern Kentucky is showing off with it's Baylor Bear yellow and green fields blowing in the breeze against red barns and tall silos.. I will bring my camera next week.

This seemed like the perfect group to shoot a little Wes Anderson inspired magic.

Matt and I have known each other for a hundred and fifty years, really just twenty one.. twenty one... wow.  We were trapped in a mini van on a bus and truck tour doing four shows for almost a year together so even though we don't see each other often, we know each other pretty well.. LOL. Shawn and I got married two days before Matt and Mariska did, in Las Vegas. We were on the way to their wedding in Los Angeles. The other day I asked her, did we get married in 03 or 04...how time flies..11 years later there are four additional rug rats between us.  Matt and Mariska and girls came this week to visit friends who had moved to Chattanooga and us! It was a great two days of fun. We are hoping they will eventually move to this side of the U.S.!  Until next time! First, a few throwback pics..  I'm not sure what's happening here.. but I think this is that famous night in Georgia when Teresa (picutred above, threw out my rum..) hahaha.  A little windy tour on the Staten

I used to love Vegas. In the 90's I lived in Los Angeles. Twice. And I can remember being in Vegas New Years Eve 1998 with several people. you know who you are haha.. and we partied like it. I remember it being a little crowded. But nothing too terrible. My grandmother Lily went to Vegas every year. She stayed downtown and took a few hundred dollars and played the slots at Fitzgerald's and had the time of her life. Year after year until about five years ago when it became to hard for her to walk and her mind started slipping. And let us not forget that incredible trip in the fall of 2003 when Shawn and I got married at the Special Memory Wedding Chapel. We pulled up and ordered the appetizer and our slightly inebriated minister pulled out the speakers playing Trumpet Voluntary and married us. Shawn threw the car into drive and blasted off down to the strip to the Bellagio, claiming this was the best wedding of his life.. The Bellagio was brand new at the time and we had a wo

The Family.  We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing colds and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.                                                                                   -Erma Bombeck