I Don’t Wear a Bra

It wasn’t until recently, through a few random blogs and a group of mean girls at the thrift store, that I started noticing the powerful feelings Americans have about wearing a bra. In a shock to no one,…

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Movin’ on up.

I finally up and moved my ass 30 miles south to Detroit a few weeks ago and totally forgot to write about it. There’s not much to say other than it’s amazing. My studio has an entire wall…

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My very first photoshoot… with a human.

Sometimes things happen in a really weird way. One day you’re bummed because you’ve got a major case of blogger’s block and have no desire to open up WordPress or whip out your camera, and the next day…

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Get shit done. Like, all the way done.

Maxie shared this print in Reader earlier and I might have to buy it for myself for Christmas because one goal I have to make is to finish what I start. I’d start it now but I don’t…

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Twenty five.

Today I am 25 years old and I find it awesome that I am only halfway through my 20s. I use the word awesome too much. If you see me use the word killer, it’s because I wanted…

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Birthday Wants.

I have probably cried on more than half of my birthdays because when that dreaded day rolls around, it’s like everyone thinks they’re doing me a favor by deliberately embarrassing me and making a scene. All I’ve ever…

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1/365: Hide Yo Birds

It’s been what, 10-12 days since I last blogged? That’s weird for me since it’s not like I have some pressing book deadline to get to an editor or anything, which means I’ve been punching myself in the…

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Taking control, embracing change and feeling good even though I’m so overwhelmed I can’t stop grinding my teeth

So you wanna hear some shit? I’ve been wanting to sit down here and actually write but I was like “man, I’m busy and can’t put my blog before really important things.” Then I was like “yea, except I could…

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Don’t cry over raw images.

So over the past few days I took some senior photos of my sister even though I don’t know anything about taking pictures of people. I figure if I’m ever going to take pictures of humans, it would…

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The Marigold That Grew From Greyscale

My freshman year of college I took an English composition class based on the life and works of Tupac Shakur. We focused most lessons on the poems written in his earlier years. I don’t even like poetry, but…

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