The Women’s March was the largest protest in Washington DC, in The Unites States, and in the history of the world. It’s estimated that conservatively there were over 5,000,000 protesters worldwide. This number is even greater, for many more joined us in spirit. Thank you for showing up. Thank you for using your voice. Thank you for giving me hope. These photos are for you. Read more
In front of me were over 10,000 sticky-notes, reminding me that I was not alone…
I’m tired. Tired of thinking, tired of talking, and tired of emotions without a name. Since my travels I thought I had a shell of an idea who my countrymen were. I was wrong, Read more
When Milagros Palavecino (Mili) grows up, she wants to be a photographer. Born with severe scoliosis, at 15 Mili has never known a day without her wheelchair, Read more
Bright murals by uninvited artists color painted brick walls in Palermo Soho. Mismatched shops of handcrafted items reach towards streets with names such as “Queens,” “El Salvador” and “Hollywood.” Color oozes through the cracks in the cement and yarn wrapped trees, but their black and white faces hold my consciousness.
As I watch, I am stripped down to my vulnerability, gutted and left raw and open…
The keys in his hand read ‘castle.’ “Hey, can we get inside too?”
When I return home from a trip overseas, I often hear people express frustration that they don’t have chances to travel because of a lack of time, or money. I’m also asked if I’m sad to stop traveling. Let me clarify something, being home doesn’t stop my travels. Read more
From the corner of my eye the flashy heron continues his hunt. His slow stalk moves comfortably to my conscious.
We were literally seconds too late. We watched as our friends left the shore waving at us. The man said they’d hold the boat another few minutes. The man was full of it. I felt responsible. It had been my idea to go whale watching, and they left without us. We sat helplessly watching them pull away. Read more
It’s our last couple hours in Batad, the remote village in Luzon’s northern mountains. I’ve been taking photos on my own. Taking in my favorite details of this beautiful culture. I head back to Ramon and Scotty, to find that my wildest dreams are being realized. We get to play dress up with Scotty! Ramon explains that many people in the area still wear traditional dress. With enthusiasm, he dresses us in some of his and his family’s clothing. Scotty and I are there for his amusement. He dresses Scotty as a tribal chief, a warrior and a Mumbaki/Shaman. I am dressed as his wife. Read more
My little sister Laurel started with the nickname “Laurel-Lee-Lou-Dootie-Q.” I call her “Q.” Soon she’ll be known as Sister Galli, missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in… watch the video and see! Read more