One month ago I was invited to attend my second Kwanzaa Celebration. I photographed the event at the Partnership for Affordable Housing in Oakland, California on December 26, 2014. I returned with my two children last week to celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King, jr.’s birthday. The Partnership for Affordable Housing operates a transition home. While I was photographing the Kwanzaa Celebration, I kept thinking about my first Kwanzaa and how everyone is in transition.
In 1991, I did not have a place to live. I had assumed that I would be finishing my final year of college, but then my financial aid was unexpectedly cut and I did not have a place to live. A family invited me to their home for Kwanzaa and I enjoyed the company. I still remember the grateful grandmother tell me how to avoid growing old. (Die young!) I also remember their concern for me.… Read the rest
Before I began writing on this WordPress blog, I wrote on a something called Typepad. I called the blog MoreThanKids (my first post). Before I wrote on a blog, I used the same thing all the old people used. I wrote on large stone objects. (I mostly wrote about despair.)
As I start the new year, there are a few important milestones that I want to acknowledge. Yesterday was the 6th anniversary of Krista Rae Pike’s death. When I wrote the post in 2010, I remember that I wanted to do more for a good family that had suffered. When I read it now, I realize how much I still care for her family and all the Mothers of Angels and their families. “From a mountain of despair….”
January 11, 2011 was the day I met Tony Coelho. Here are my notes before our meeting on 1/11/11. (I am so superstitious.) Some posts are longer, and I would write more Epilepsy Posts, but the first one was short.… Read the rest
Jump In Let’s Go…
The year was a trip. Every single day was an adventure. Everyday was a winding road that somehow brought me a little bit closer to what I needed. Detours led to important lessons. Failures redirected me to successes. The pattern happened so often in 2013 that I began to trust the process… after awhile. My best photo of the year, taken at a Train concert, has only been seen by about three people. My best writing was about death. One of my all-time best posts was written during my worst period of 2013. I also found my new job- a job I love- when I had stopped trying so hard.… Read the rest
What if you really believed? In God? In other people? In yourself? How loudly would you sing, “Don’t Stop Believing?” Could you still believe if you experienced the unbelievable… or the “curiouser and curiouser?”
When experiencing continually unbelievable events, where would you find shelter from the storm? Would you turn to music? Art? God? I have my answer. You may want an easier journey.
This year I have been tested. You could say that I asked for it. On my photography site, I have a bold mission statement.
“As a person with an invisible disability, I am motivated to uncover hidden stories. Healing and recovery interest me more than tragedy. By showing images of diverse groups finding common ground, I can teach others to avoid tragedy or lessen its impact.”
I might change my mission to something a little happier.
This year has been crazy. I was going to publish yesterday on 12/21, because the date symbolized my “Through The Looking Glass” year where nothing appeared logical.… Read the rest
Taylor Swift is like pizza. When she is good, she is really good, and when she is bad, she is an enjoyable cheesy mess. She creates a happy ending for Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. On the other hand, most of her actual romantic relationships become topics for sad songs. She feels numbers (22) and sings about musicians (Tim McGraw) as metaphors.
So while many people were scared of Friday the 13th yesterday, Taylor Swift was celebrating her birthday. Now she can feel 24.
If I were not a father of a nine year old girl, I might not be a Taylor Swift fan, but I am a father. When I thought that my daughter was ready to listen to popular music, I chose a Taylor Swift CD. I bought Fearless. When my wife and I thought my daughter was ready for her first concert, we took her to see the Fearless Tour.… Read the rest