My friend reminds me of a quote from one of my favourite Jack Kerouac novels, On the Road: "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at...
I was honoured to be part of this project. As the documentary photographer on set, I captured footage from this innovative and important conversation about the future of democracy in Canada. I'm excited to share the images and urge all Canadians to be part of...
My idea for the #ThreadProject is to reveal our interconnections as humanity, the threads
that tie us together, through portraiture and words.
Prior to becoming a photographer and
storyteller, I worked for the UN and NGOs as a humanitarian worker and was
fortunate to live in different countries and...
I've always been a reader. Kept note of the titles I read, jotted down in the back of old journals, along with quotes my heart wouldn't let me forget.
I cling to books even more so in this digital age. Force myself to sit down, hold...
Fear is a funny thing.
I already did the hard work - traveled, photographed, edited and wrote the story - and yet when it comes to sharing my work, I froze. I delayed. I procrastinated. I dabbled in excuses. I delayed again. Fear can be both...
It was a sunny, bright afternoon as I got off the bus in the North west area of Calgary, Alberta. I approached the mosque, surrounded by beautiful evergreen trees, with a hint of the Rocky Mountains off in the distance. I'd been invited to an...
"I still fight those battles," he stated, hands clenched across his lap. The room fell silent, in the quiet space of understanding.
First responders, police officers and veterans gathered to listen to World War II Veteran Jim Parks, of the Royal...
Alzheimer’s is so cruel. It robs people of their words, their memories, their loved ones, their capacities. And as she retreats to her happy memories, it’s hardest on the family members who are left behind. Barb is retreating, so quickly. She is not old, it...
On a brisk Saturday afternoon in early December, I headed to a quiet street in Toronto's east end. As I rang the doorbell, I could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and buzzing activity inside. The cozy house was packed with women, children and...
This past spring I took at course at Artscape here in Toronto, specifically for Creative Entrepreneurs and one of the first people I connected with was Sam. She laughs with her whole body, and frequently. She approached our classes with curiosity and kindness. And after...
