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The aftermath of Hurricane Delta swept through Northern Georgia last weekend, resembling a rainstorm of sorts that felt like home in Seattle, but I kn...
I am a photographer. I am also a sister, friend, daughter and teammate. Lately, I found these roles are more similar than I thought. When I tak...
Welcome to honesty hour. I confess I felt completely inadequate to be on the Race. And yet, I can see the miles and miles I have grown and been stretc...
I'm going to pick up where I left off: the tension of privilege and poverty, photos from Georgia, pt 1, and I'll be continuing on to Tb...
Yep, it’s true. We are back in America after being evacuated from the global pandemic crisis and ongoing threats of COVID-19. Our World Race end...
It’s so weird to live in this world. There is a bizarre tension to care deeply about the persecution in the Middle East, and also about Netflix...
If being robbed and sharing the greatest love story known to man had been the end of the story, I would have been okay. I assumed my laptop was gone w...
How the h*ck am I going to break the news to my mother, much less, my father? This is my apology, for slacking on the blogging and story...
We have been warned that ordinary equates to less than or simply inferior. The truth is, life is full of the ordinary. And, life on the race can ...
// the home This month, we’ve become the newest residents of an apartment complex across the street from the town mosque. We’re a ferry r...
