When I became a mother life began to move at a different speed. Previously, my life kept pace at a very monotonous and slow rate, punctuated by my own ongoing medical appointments: doctor’s appointments every 14 days; infusion appointments every 28 days. For me, illness brought with it the death of spontaneity, and then, motherhood resurrected it. Life with a child moves both fast and slow. When I think about time I know that everything has the ability to be a clock yet not all clocks are easy to read. My body is a clock because I can look in the mirror and see that I have gotten older. The memory of myself in my mind's eye doesn’t match the image looking back in my reflection. It is more wrinkled and tired than what I can recall by memory. When I look at Anita I can see glimmers of change, but without the photograph to remind me of what existed yesterday her growth and development are less discernible. In the Office is a series where I photograph myself, my daughter, and sometimes my spouse together at each her pediatric wellness appointment--four months, nine months, 12 months, 15 months, 18 months, 2 years, and so on--as well as some sick appointments. On the examination table she is the pointer of a sundial; I am the shadow cast by her body.