Former Career Fire and EMS Lieutenant-Specialst, and Master Photographer.

Tag: Life


  • I’m Going Through Changes

    Day breaks, the lost girl inside wakes, the birds sing, the wind blows through the trees, and the angels sigh. My mornings in Vermont begin early with the rising sun, my days often occupied with my own pursuits of untamed introspection as I try to unravel the mysteries of life, followed by early nightfall to…

  • In Another Set Of Chances I’d Take The Ones I’ve Missed

    I used to write in riddles, and I used to write in rhymes; my body ached to write the words, the prose is what kept me alive. I write into the dark veil of the night, and in another set of chances, I’d take the ones I’ve missed. All the times in which I spoke…

  • I Have Been A Lot Different

    “Sky above me, Earth below me, a fiery passion forever burning within me.”—Emily Pratt Slatin I have always been a little different. Even as a young child, when other girls were content with playing princesses and tea parties, I found myself more engrossed in embarking on imagined adventures, climbing trees, and dreaming of the vast,…

  • The Space Between The Moments

    “Life’s most profound truths often hide behind quiet moments—in subtle glances, unspoken words, and the spaces between chaos and calm. It’s there, in the stillness, that we discover who we truly are.”—Emily Pratt Slatin It’s strange how the smallest moments in life can leave the most indelible marks. I’ve long believed that the vast majority…

  • The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same

    It’s a peculiarly early Sunday morning for me, the world outside still shrouded in the quiet darkness of the pre-dawn hours. As I sit here still in bed, a thought lingers in my mind: the more things change, the more they stay the same. This phrase echoes through the generations, each one pointing fingers at…

  • The Ghosts We Carry, And The Ghosts We Become

    There are ghosts among us—not the ghosts often rooted in folklore, nor the ones one would expect to haunt and linger in old house, but the ones we often create through our own existence. We carry them only in quiet moments, such as the way a song that we haven’t heard in awhile gives us…

  • And I Know I’m Not Ready

    Life rarely follows a script. I map out my plans, draft my intentions, and envision the endings I want, yet somehow, the story I’m living seems to always take creative liberties with the plot. Unexpected twists, moments of sheer beauty, and the occasional heartbreak scatter themselves across the pages, often leaving me wondering who’s holding…