About

My earliest memories of writing were in middle school. My two best friends and I had a magazine. We'd share amongst ourselves the most amazing stories. At that time, I was also a voracious reader. You know, the kid who had her own cardboard box library at home, with tons of borrowed books. Weekly, I'd make stops to the library for new reads packed in my Winn-Dixie grocery bag.

There was reading, writing, and one more thing.

It was junior-year in high school when I’d decided to become a photographer. I’ve always been more of an observer than a talker. I remember watching films and viewing work by Gordon Parks and being so inspired by him. Taking black and white images in my homemade shoebox camera and developing film in the darkroom senior year. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up.

In college, I studied to become a photojournalist. I knew I more than loved stories. I was obsessed with the way words, when joined with images, could form an unbreakable bond. Those words and those images could dig into the depths of one's soul and evoke feelings that many would attempt to camouflage.

For a long time, I struggled to find my purpose.

Who am I? What am I supposed to be doing with my life? Who am I supposed to be helping?

I knew that I loved sharing, whether it be a good story or something new I learned. To not do those things felt like denying myself of myself. A death of the spirit. A dishonesty of the essence of me.