I revered my elegant and effervescent grandmother. When she was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, I watched as it wrecked her body and mind at an excruciating crawl. As the consummate hostess and gracious spirit gave way to a frail and tired soul, I began to understand the power of photography as evidence and preservation.
As a journalism student, I was captivated by the power of the image to document and drive empathy, and in my nearly seven years at the New York Times, I continued to seek stories that touch on the intersection of health, family and personal identity.
I spent nearly 15 years immersed in New York City + San Francisco, places where I learned to appreciate the vibrant beauty and the steady stream of personality I encountered. I now live in my native Charlotte, NC with my husband, our two boys and our “everything bagel,” Duma.
In all my years in storytelling, I have learned that I am driven by the transcendent power of narrative and the challenge to achieve intimacy that touches the full arc of the human condition.
My time in the south, and on the road, has instilled a love for the little things you might see along the way.
Moxie is, of course, my mother – my fiercest supporter, best critic, and guide in all things.
