My late great grandmother, Grandma Maude, stood over 6 feet tall. She was a strong woman and spent a lot of her early life picking cotton on plantations in the delta, between Mississippi and Arkansas. Unfortunately, I don’t know much else of her story, but I will learn it. My great grandmother Maude raised anContinue reading “This Is My Story, but it Ain’t About Me (Part 1)”
What is fear? What keeps you up at night?
Life is Short vs. Life is Long. Which is it for you?
A photo-journal from my time living and working with coffee farmers in East Africa
I’m done saying sorry for shit that I’m not really sorry for. I’m done apologizing for being myself.
Once upon a time, I heard that we look at the stars and we feel a deep existential curiosity about who we are because we humans are, at least to some degree, made up of actual stardust.