Yes, this:

I think that having these ABCs of f***ed up travel language is important because in most Western nations people would say the rights of the individual, the right to self-determination and the right to sovereignty are vital to a thriving existence, however POC around the world have their human rights violated with impunity, are not allowed self-determination, are not allowed sovereignty. They’re not allowed to narrate their own experiences.

Source: How Not to do Travel Writing; A Glossary (pt.1) #Dispatch: India Harris

I’ve known Amelia since college, and so it was such a sweet deal when she proposed working together for her and Sean’s wedding day.

The two are smitten with one another, and it’s so obvious. Originally from West Virginia, they now live in Nashville. Sean and Amelia are smart, musically inclined and news hounds (Both once worked at a Charleston news station together). Check out their hashtag below. Super clever.

This wedding was intimate–I could tell each guest really knows and loves them–and thrifty without being overstated. Sean and Amelia were married at theater-turned-church Redemption Church in Huntington. Their reception was held at a friend’s beautiful backyard, not far from Ritter Park where we did their bridal party photos. Sean’s mother was in charge of flowers, many of which were picked from her own yard.

Photos from their October wedding, chilly but filled with warmth:


I love Caitlin and Jason.
I’ve known Caitlin since we were 10. We were separated at middle school, then unexpectedly and happily reconnected in college at Shepherd University.
Since then, our friendship has grown and grown and I’ve been able to witness the love between these two grow in some of those same years.
Caitlin and Jason are getting married in September (yes!), so we decided May would be a great time to do some engagement photos.
Some are taken in Caitlin’s parents’ backyard, but most are along the Coal River. Such a beautiful evening to spend with these two!

This is a thing to keep me blogging/photographing/writing regularly in 2015. It’s inspired by and modeled after Ann Friedman’s weekly newsletter. Bless her.

I didn’t make any resolutions this year. I’ve got enough goals, most of which are partially obtained. They hang on my bathroom wall. I look at them when I brush my teeth, go to pee or inspect my face/do my makeup really close to the mirror.

This week,

I felt fat. I had the Devil’s period. I panicked. I bought pants that are too big. I bookmarked a half-dozen lean-vegetarian-protein-packed-no-bread-sorrow-free recipes. I made this, this and this. I binge ate chocolate. I cried to My Boyfriend about all of it. I regret nothing.


Family in need finds home for holidays

The Paynes and their 6 kids finally got a place of their own. We wrote about them earlier in the year here.

Homeowners: Top-O-Rock damages devastating
What the heck went on up at that pretty glass house?

Charleston homeless’ Tent City numbers dwindle
These are the folks I’m thinking of during these super chilly nights.

West Side cop-resident program gets first buyers
A project that seems timely to write about.

I photographed some booze for the New Year.


These were taken with a Holga during a trip to and from Philadelphia. They are blurry and hilarious. I love them.

Charlie Hebdo. Lynsey Adarrio is my photo hero. Cartier-Bresson has a comeback. Kirby Delauter, Kirby Delauter, Kirby Delauter. Badu saves souls. Bagels save souls. Many versions of my favorite song.

Hi and oh-my-gosh.
I was so fortunate to photograph Melinda and Brian last month for their engagement.
The two got engaged in July. Brian proposed to Melinda at a great little spot on Charleston’s East End called Bluegrass Kitchen.

(do the brunch. for real.)

What was so wonderful about the proposal was that they were seated at the same table as their first date. Totally a coincidence, Brian insists. Smooth, Universe. Very smooth.

To celebrate, we started in the East End’s Living Aids Memorial Garden–a little peace and green along a busy street–then walked down to the restaurant where it all began. We ended at the Kanawha Players theater, where Brian was spending a lot of time rehearsing for Evil Dead: The Musical.

Here are some images:

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Because I am a writer–a journalist–I often think about what I cover. Is this accurate? Am I making assumptions in my coverage? Have I recorded all necessary voices for a story? Is the “necessary voice” I identified accurate? It can be a stressful line to walk as I turn in a story by (sometimes a little past) deadline.

I stumbled upon a TED Talk from Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie while looking for the one that Beyonce samples in “***Flawless.” Yes, you may roll your eyes. It’s fine.

In this talk, Adichie addresses “the single story” and how it can skew perceptions and degrade a people. She discusses this as it relates to literature, but I think it can be extended to nonfiction, too. Sometimes we read or watch or hear media reports that seem to assume or create harmful perceptions That’s something I’ve tried to avoid in my coverage–writing narratives that don’t fairly or accurately represent people, places, situations. I’m not always certain I do a good job of that, but I think that’s ultimately why I’m working in journalism, which was not my plan when I graduated from college. I don’t really want to tell other people’s stories, though that seems to be my main function right now. I’d rather help create or provide space for those stories.

I love programs/podcasts like Death, Sex & Money from WNYC, where host Anna Sale creates a safe space to discuss those three topics in a raw way. She’s speaking with “everyday” people. She’s speaking with politicians. She’s speaking with musicians and actors. What’s great about this podcast is that it allows for those people to exist beyond what The World has defined them as. Jane Fonda is a celebrity and interviews primarily focus on her career and fame. But in her interview (one of my favorites) Fonda is allowed to be human.

Here’s that TED Talk: