honestly, i'm not quite sure how i survived through my photography career. i think that my no-nonsense, slave driving ways were my salva...

i was thirteen. it was midday. a weekend. i remember sitting on the steps inside the house. facing the window. my mom was combing my hair....

i started writing my blogs as an extension of my journaling. it was a way to keep everyone informed of what was going on with curtis and mys...

it's 9.30 pm on a friday night, the house is finally quiet and i have time to string some thoughts together. there's no rhyme, reaso...