Proof That You Can Always Go Back Home // Chennai 2018

In January I returned to Chennai. For those of you who have been following along for a while, we lived there from 2013-2015 and it became, amidst the ins and outs and ups and downs of living life in India, unequivocally our home. My children attended school there and my husband worked. I spent days, nights and weekends, photographing the city.  We lived, really lived, all the good and the bad parts, two precious years of our lives in that city. I created a collection of photographs that I continue to sort through... Read The Rest →

Creative Community Spaces: Darat Al Funun, Amman

  Amman is a large and sprawling city of about 4 million, that doesn’t include the great number of guests, which include so many of the region’s refugees. Amman is largely monochromatic, its architecturally similar building style (an ordinance, I am told, put in place by the King) spreads out over the bumps of the city like a quilt over a resting body. There are few parks in Amman to which people flock on the weekends for picnics and any highway roadside in Jordan, with a bit of shade, is coveted picnic... Read The Rest →

Petra // Family Travel

Petra is just a short, three hour drive, from our home base in Amman. One beautiful, fall Friday we load up and cruise out of town, music on, coffee in hand, while the kids spot dust devils spawning along the horizon from the back seat and the way back seat. Amman is built atop a series of hills and sends you down a luge of sorts each time you head out of town in any direction. You seem to descend to each destination from the center of the city, as if by airplane.... Read The Rest →

Ajloun Olive Harvest

My arrival checklist in a new country, includes cataloging, collecting and sampling all that there is to know about a place. To dig deeper, without being intrusive, to be patient and to know that I have two entire years, where many travelers have just a few days and to simultaneously realize that I only have two years when some people have a lifetime. And just like earning the trust of a child, the relationship of a long staying guest in a new country comes with a certain delicate dance, a shy smile, a kind gesture, a... Read The Rest →

Cheney Rodeo 2017

  I feel like I’m always in a hurry to finish things, but this project has no start and no finish. It began long before I even began my career in photography and will last, long after I am gone. I’ll never grow tired of, or feel rushed by this project, and in that is a great sense of love and of ease. I envision looking back at these photos ten and twenty and more years from now and finding things that look exactly the same, but also marveling at... Read The Rest →

Pantsuit Nation Book // Published

I am proud to share that a photograph that I took of my brave friend Lauren Cooper of Aspen Street Cakes and her daughter Molly, will be published in the Pantsuit Nation Book, due on shelves this Friday, May 5th, 2017. My photo is nothing without Lauren’s story and her courage sharing it with Pantsuit Nation. In Lauren’s own words: This is my thirteen-year-old daughter, Molly. She has Rett syndrome, a neurological disorder that affects one in ten thousand girls and women worldwide. Molly cannot walk or talk and often has... Read The Rest →

Lauren’s Lemon Ricotta Crepes

On the brink of another move this July (To Amman, Jordan in case you missed it!), my body and mind have begun to ramp up, once again, to weather what is said to be one of life’s most stressful occasions. Moving is a way of life for us. We’ve moved five times in the past seven years, and people always ask if moving gets easier. The answer is, “No, but you get better at it” or you quit. And I’m not a quitter. Although I did quit smoking once, but... Read The Rest →

Society of the Four Arts // Palm Beach

I prefer to marvel over the bounty of a person’s garden than a person’s pocketbook. At the level which we are all one, where we tend to nature, from which we all came and raise bounty from mere seeds. We can all be equal when our fingernails and the cracks in our skin are soiled brown from sowing the same earth. I spent 10 years living in Palm Beach County, I’ll admit to times that I wanted it all: the lifestyle, the money and the beautiful, perfectly sculpted hedge wall.... Read The Rest →

Blood Orange & Meringue Tarts with Lauren Cooper

My friend Lauren, if you haven’t already gleaned from my Instagram, has been my culinary cohort this year. With eighteen years of catering under her belt and a pastry chef for just the same, Lauren brings expertise to my humble love of cooking and creating in the kitchen. I’ve always got a head full of ideas from my travels and she’s always up to join me to try out my culinary crazy and raise me one (or many) with her culinary insights. We’ve worked together this year cooking and styling... Read The Rest →

Pickled Vadouvan Deviled Eggs with RawSpiceBar

RawSpiceBar recently contacted me to see if I’d be interested in checking out their cool new product. Think “Fruit of the Month Club” for spices. Having been cozied up here in home base USA for a little over a year now, I’m kicking and screaming to pull out my passport and get moving again. Until then, I quickly answered, “Yes!” This months spice kit was filled with memories of South India, giving me one more reason to love the team at RawSpiceBar. My kit arrived with three .3 ounce packets... Read The Rest →

One Roll

I shot considerably less 35mm in India than I did 120mm. A roll of 35 could meander the streets with shots from a walk here or there and would often finish, forgetting where it started. When I’d finally sent it to be developed and it eventually made it’s way back to the USA, I’d often forgotten what was on it at all. Months later, small gifts would unravel in my inbox filled with frames of friendly faces and bright temple corners. Somehow in the chaos of our move back home... Read The Rest →

Beetroot Hummus Tartine

It feels as though summer may have sighed her final, warm sigh. I suppose the final days of summer are like the final days of your baby awakening in the night; you wish them away, begging for sleep, only to lie awake one night, longing for the sweet smell of that same baby curled in your lap in the still of the night. But she never calls. In the thick of it you feel like those nights will last forever, but then one day they are simply gone. Last week was still impossibly... Read The Rest →

Watermelon Fresh Lime Soda

The very first thing you learn in India, is to drink fresh lime soda. If it isn’t the first thing you learn, it should be the very second. In A Historical Dictionary of Indian Food, it is dubbed, “The supreme quencher of Colonial thirst.” A hit of sugar, which anyone will tell you is the breath of life in your 4:00 pm tea or coffee, just the boost you need to get you through the last hours of the day and well into the steamy and electrifying South India night. A dash... Read The Rest →

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