Life

Nineteen Months of Living in My Dream Place

How this magical place changed me

Letter to Myself in Mourning

What grief was like when my mother died

In the Keweenaw With the Ghosts of My Ancestors.

My birthplace defines me. This pilgrimage reminds me.

The Lessons I Learned When Mourning

Weeping may endure

“A person isn’t who they are…

Waiting For The Moon

To me the moon is magical. Hopeful. I very much need her in my life right now.

Kon Tiki

At night, a legion of creatures came alive in the thatch of our roof, rustling and calling out to each other, like the effects track of a…

Before my Mom was a mother

She had her own dreams

The Last Time I Saw My Grandmother, Part 3

Sometimes hello also means goodbye

Home, Sweet Home

Letter to a place I love

Photography

My View on Photography And How it Changed

Capturing pictures for posterity…