I call it the Cancer book. As in, “I’m going to ready my cancer book now.” It’s really the book The Emperor of All Maladies and it’s brilliant. I’m still reading it (months later) and I’ve become one with my dictionary (talk about an extended vocabulary), but it helps me understand a disease that has, unfortunately,…
I miss being underwater. It felt like such a natural place for me to be. In those early winter mornings in New York when I’d head to the pool for practice, I felt like the warmest place on earth was at the bottom of a pool. I’d stand staring at the calm water, toes curled…
I’m staring at a blinking cursor. It’s sort of the plight of a writer. I don’t know if there is an photographer equivalent of a cursor that impatiently sits there blinking, waiting, counting out time like a tapping foot. What is the blank page for a photographer who can’t figure out what to shoot? Maybe…
We both woke up sick this morning from a cold I’ve been battling and inevitably gave Mike. It took me a second to remember what day it was. When I switched on the TV, MSNBC was showing footage from ten years ago. It was so strange to hear the announcers talking, naively thinking it was…
I’m not the best with change. It’s something that I’m constantly trying to address and improve. It’s not that I’m averse to it, only that it takes me a while to get into the swing of things. I’m also introspective by nature. Moments of change often spark reflection. I look back and set goals, think…
