She said, “Show them you as you are – behind the words and the images.”
The “she” is my friend, Migdalia. We’ve been together since the early ‘80s, and we’ve...
Day 52: Cliciova, Romania Daniel stumbled into the courtyard of the humble farmhouse in the forgotten Romanian village, and plopped down at the table; he had been to this...
I sat at the coffee shop, across the table from a beautiful fiery-souled woman who had just adopted a child from a troubled foreign land and was ready to...
Day 50: Beech Grove, Tennessee “Please say prayers for peace and strength.” The text pinged in my ear, disrupting the cadence of my feet on the country road blacktop...
Day 48: Behind the scenes. They’ve been there for months, the splintered cedar blocks that warm the back of the stage at church. I remember the day the trees...
(Shoot like a Girl looks a bit different today. Because today we’re celebrating life). Day 47: Oklahoma City Our conversations are scattered about the Internet – he, a 20-something...
Day 46: In my bathroom. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, all the beautiful trappings scattered about on the counter below me. There I was in flannels...
Day 45: On ancient streets. We walked beside the ruins on the way to the mercado, the ashen air still heavy with the reminder that volcanoes were the volatile...
Day 44: Behind the cinder block walls. Sometimes the most beautiful things are those we take most for granted. Sprigs of grass growing through cracked cement. A misplaced puddle...