Even 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...
In 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...
If 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
I...
Growing 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...
Photography 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,...
Always 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...
Coming 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...