I am blessed and cursed with knowing each day is different. One day I might be searching for historic images of women playing hockey, or any interesting underdog I can transform into a black and white portrait. Another day, I could be crafting humorous vintage blocks or sharing micro-chapters from books I have written or am writing. Music, once my main stage as a singer/songwriter, now plays more as a soundtrack in the background. Welcome to my website, welcome to the inside

"He’s dead.” Baron enters my office unannounced, giving me little time to digest his appearance. “Who?” I look up at him, wondering where...

7 “Before religion imploded on itself, our connection to God was seen as a gift to be manipulated by the highest bidder.” Baron’s uncle,...