In America and many other countries to say a woman’s place is in the kitchen is to evoke a spectrum of hostile responses and rightfully so. There’s no need for a women’s lib lecture for you to know where we’ve come from and how far we’ve come. Yet in some countries the kitchen is also…

Photo Documentary Series: Punk Rock Flea Market Portrait Series Click on any image to enlarge. I’ve done stories on the Punk Rock Flea Market before, but this year, as a vendor, I was wedged between tables for the duration of the day. However, that didn’t mean I could capture the day with all its beautiful…

Photo Documentary: Contra Dancing (click on any photo to enlarge) A couple Thursdays ago I found myself at Warren Wilson College outside of Asheville, North Carolina. Most wedding receptions involve a DJ and an open bar, but unimpressed by conventional standards my best friend, Andy Beth, longed to Contra Dance just as she had before…

Photo Documentary: My Best Friend’s Wedding: Part Two Once again, there’s little more I can offer that the smiles on these faces and bright vibrant colors can’t. Enjoy a peek at the intimate fanfare and I know you’ll immediately feel like you’re in on the conversation.

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 offer to an out of towner. My apprehensions…

Photo Documentary: Texas Series; Half Marathon I love cheering runners on in races! I am always moved to ridiculous depths as I see them achieving the finish line. They’ve worked so hard to make it. I was elated when my brother welcomed me to his half marathon. While I was waiting for my brother to…

My coffee on the ledge series is one of my longest running series. I receive a huge response whenever I post these images. As I’ve said before, I think the ritual of the morning cup of coffee (or tea, or whatever your poison) is universal. It’s appealing in the mutual ambitions of each participant to…

I few months ago I sat down and wrote my own book. I typed. I clicked. I dragged and I dropped…then I clicked some more. Magically, two to three weeks later: presto! There was a book on my door step. "Oh, book gods, you’ve really out done yourselves.“, I thought as I took in my…

It’s a surreal experience to be reconfronted with the image that shaped my adolescence and early adulthood. I hadn’t seen it in years, but the second I saw it, I knew exactly what it was. At eleven years old (a one year age difference from the girl in the image) I came across her face…