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 a decade immersed in New York City, a place where I learned to appreciate the vibrant scenery and the steady stream of personality I encountered. I now live in San Francisco with my husband and our lovely mutt Duma, and have the grand opportunity to experience a far different scope of beauty in the natural world that surrounds us.
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.
