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  • Garden of Eden

    After months of gray skies and stillness, there’s nothing more healing than stepping outside and feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin again. I live for those quiet hours with my hands in the dirt—no noise, no screens, just the rhythm of the earth and my own breath. There’s something about that stillness…

  • From Lemonade to Lubinville

    My first big trip was to California when I was fourteen, give or take a year or two. I was both excited and scared—never having flown on a commercial airplane before. My mom, her partner Jon, my brother, and I flew from Logan Airport to Los Angeles International. We stayed at Jon’s older brother Stephen’s…

  • A Place Called Home

    In some ways, my archival journey began the moment I first stepped through the front door of my house—though I didn’t realize it at the time. There was a quiet pull inside me, a yearning to uncover the stories hidden within its walls. But life, as it tends to do, filled the space with its…

  • Roadside Attraction

    I was never the typical little girl. While others played with dolls and hosted tea parties, I found joy in a different world. Sure, I had my Charlie’s Angel Hideaway House tucked in the corner of my childhood bedroom, but that was more of a novelty than the rule. My adventures unfolded outside, alongside my…

  • A Mirror For All Mankind

    Faith is a word that takes on different meanings depending on who you ask. Its definition is deeply personal and, for many, constantly evolving. For me, faith has always been more than a set of religious teachings or an abstract concept. It’s been an ongoing journey of learning how to trust, persevere, and hope through…