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My roots in both; photography and advocacy took hold as they often do, at an unassuming age, without my knowledge of what was happening.  My mother, a geriatric nurse, was somehow allowed to bring me to work with her.  So, at the age of five, my father would drive me...

This past Easter weekend I went home and, with my family, spread my Father’s ashes.  In an unceremonious and seemingly uncorrelated event, I decided I wanted to gather several transplants from the home I grew up at to bring back to our new home in Pennsylvania....

Photo Documentary:  Texas Series:  Poetry  This was my first poetic stop outside of the Philadelphia scene.  Philadelphia is an extreme example of a melting pot of verse and experience.  So, I was eager to try on this small town open mic night to see what it would...