This is such a cliche origin story. I wish I could say a radioactive spider dropped onto my hand and poof, but...we all come by our superpowers and passions in different ways. it happened to me in a dark room in high school. I watched one of my very own photographs slowly develop in a tray. I had been an aspiring artist, but I had no idea what medium I wanted to pursue. The moment before that picture developed...I was a tattoo artist. After that I had a successful career in photojournalism for 25 years, working all over the great state of Michigan. I watched Grand Rapids grow into a city, witnessed the destruction of the car industry in Flint, and became fascinated with NASCAR in Jackson. I found a new passion in those years: STORYTELLING.
IN LIVING A FULL LIFE...
I ADORE COOKING FOR MY HUSBAND BEN WHOME I LOVE DEARLY
I PLAY, WATCH, AND PHOTOGRAPH SPORTS ANY CHANCE I CAN GET
I ENJOY A LAZY SUNDAY OF PLAYING VIDEO GAMES
I CANNOT PASS UP AN OPPORTUNITY TO CHECK OUT A NEW BREWERY OR A UNIQUE CONCOCTION OF BEER
I HAVE BROKEN EVERY FINGER I POSSESS PLAYING BASKETBALL, EVEN A FEW I DID NOT POSSESS
I HAVE GONE BY THE NICKNAME "DOC"
I TRAVEL. THANKS TO A WANDERLUST I INHERITED FROM MY MOTHER