Sitting with my Mother
FacesEven before the start, my mother guided me toward photography.
While on a vacation for her birthday in 2014, she asked if I wanted a camera, then split the cost of one...
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Back to Somewhere You’ve Never Been
Faces, ShapesIn early December, my mother called.
Her foot surgery would be far more intense than we expected. Her oldest friend would be there a few nights immediately post-op, and after that, she'd...
Photos from the Women’s March in Oakland
Events, FacesIf just want to see the photos from the Women's March in Oakland, scroll down. I have a few things to talk about first, which I think are extremely important.
Intersectionality Matters
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Chasing My
Summer Self
Faces, ShapesGrowing up, I longed for summer.
I missed my summer self. It was deeper than school going silent, and the promise of returning in three months "a year older." I've...
I Haven’t Told You Everything
Faces, ShapesPhotography is an art of removal.
I've been thinking a lot again about the meaning of framing. Unlike the poem, which requires you add everything before you can think about removing things,...
Live from the Eye of the Storm
Faces, ShapesAlways when I travel, it's in the eye of the storm.
I'm in Berkeley. I booked this trip back in December. But in the last two weeks I've negotiated a book design...
Homeflight
Faces, ShapesComing home for family is complicated.
My mother's cousin, Gina, was dying. She knew this. We knew this. She'd been making her peace with the aggressive return of an aggressive...