When I was four, my brother was born and I quietly watched as my mother hummed, fed him and rocked him to sleep.
Once, while playing in the front yard with a neighbor, I watched my father walk out of the house and turn to kiss my mother goodbye.
I sat at the table in my Grandma Rose’s kitchen, playing a game with my cousins while keeping an eye on my grandmother as she buzzed around, preparing a meal for us with no recipe, just dashes of tenderness.
I observed what love looks like.
I am always noticing, to this day. It is a skill that does not go away, nor would I wish it to leave.
As a filmmaker and photographer, I am a mirror which reflects the love of your family back at you. A safe place for you to relax and let your story land.