I remember looking at Scott and telling him I’d never stand on a stage again. It was over. Not only did I have nothing left but I had damaged my relationship with my church, a church I had loved deeply for over 25 years.

Walking through an unwanted pregnancy, incredibly sick and very much alone, I could not even bring myself to ask for the help I needed. Then, one Friday afternoon, my people came home…

…and they didn’t leave for a year.

I distinctly remember the Sunday afternoon I heard Kenna laugh again. Church had just ended and people were milling about Auditorium One. It was a sweet sound. Head back, nose wrinkled, joy-filled, soulful laugh. I didn’t know her well, but I knew her well enough. I didn’t know why she was laughing. All I knew […]

I’m not quite sure how to feel about the fact that my baby sister is graduating from high school, and that I had the opportunity to photograph her senior portraits this year. It seems like just last week that she was a silly toddler with blond hair, thick glasses, and the best cheesy grin around. […]