
On the Perceived Escapism of Birds
My mom once told me that when she was a child, she dreamed of being a bird so that she could fly away. I have never forgotten those words and the emptiness in her eyes.

The Chair Series, Part One
A series that explores the connection between inanimate objects, emotions and daily routines.

Reflection on September 11, 2001
There is a photo that I took a couple of months ago, in New York City, that offers a dual glimpse of blue-green motion from the long skirt I'd been wearing and one of my daughter Molly's feet raised in its mint green Converse. When I think of this image now, the moment as I recall it seems to exist in the periphery of my mind's eye, a gentle blur of movement between Molly and me and the suggestion of urgency as I had followed her path.