Faith, Life, Music, Video

Questions Without Answers

April 30, 2018

Why hello there. It’s 2018. I just released my first single! Can’t believe this is real life.

By God’s grace I recorded this song entirely by myself and filmed/edited the music video as well!



It is now available to listen to anywhere you hear music!! You can even Shazam this bad boy!

Click HERE if you wanna take a listen!


More songs comin soon- I think everyone should take a gander at writing music, it’s too fun not to give it a go!

Fashion, Life, Photography


August 11, 2016




Sally Stapledin married Stephen Stapledin 7 springs ago in 1964. Still sour about having to give up her precious maiden name “Sally Summers.” She brewed about how she used to have it all and her name had proved just how perfect her life had been. Who didn’t love summer? Now she was stapled into this cookie cut house. She spent most of her time sewing dresses for her neighbors daughter, Esmerelda.

Esmerelda came to “Aunt Sally’s” every night after dinner to sneak candy and soda in before bed.


Her mother, Donna Domingo, knew just how many oatmeal raisin cookies and pixy sticks she ate at the Stapledins but she relished every second she had alone.

She spent her solitary time chain smoking and licking one half a cone of vanilla bean ice cream, the other half she used as an ashtray. Her Jamaican husband Danny came home at 6 every day.

He insisted she homeschool Esmeralda. He had grown up in a catholic school on the border of Hell, Michigan with crippling ADHD that got him taped into his desk every morning for 12 years. As a result he had no arm or leg hair. Donna feigned ignorance when it came to her chronic missing brow pencils. Only on beach days and pool parties did he attempt filling in his naked extremities.

On a particularly average Tuesday afternoon Donna sat by the pool with Esmerelda. She used her six inch cigarette holder as a pointer for her geography lesson. Esmerelda asked “mummy, where did guppy go when he died- did he go to fishy heaven”

“No baby” she said, “mommy flushed him down the toilet. If he’s lucky and made it past the sewers he’ll be eaten by bigger fish in the ocean”

Esmerelda stared at her as she exhaled a stream of smoke and then asked “where’s the ocean?” she flung her hand towards the globe.


That night when Esmerelda told Sally what her mother had said about Guppy something snapped. “What a wretched thing to say” she thought looking over Esmerelda’s shoulder at the pink guitar she had been planning on surprising Esmerelda with that night. “I’m the mommy Esmerelda needs. Esmerelda Stapledin.” Though she cringed at the name she still managed to convince herself it sounded better than Esmerelda Domingo.

Sally stormed off to her sewing basket and ripped open her strawberry shaped pin cushion. She pulled out a glass vial of pure nicotine she had bought on her honeymoon in the streets of Brazil. One drop was enough to “Martar” she remembered the man saying. Slipping the vial into her sleeve she told Esmerelda she could have 7 more pixie sticks if she stayed put.

She marched over to the Domingos and knocked the “friendly neighbor” tap-taptaptaptap-taptap on their door. Donna answered with a pot of freshly brewed Blood Red Rooibos tea. Perfect. Sally stepped inside and sat next to Donna on their floral love seat.

Sally left the teapot on the coffee table to get an extra teacup from the kitchen.

Sally slipped the vial out from her sleeve and emptied it into the teapot. She began sweating and attempted shifting her focus to “The Price is Right” on the television. Donna returned with two glass teacups and she poured them each a cup. Sally couldn’t look at Donna- she started spewing off numbers for the avocado green Oster Blender on the screen and got so caught up in the fact that the contestant had gone over that she didn’t realize Donna had gulped down her entire cup.

She stopped abruptly and stared at Donna who’s eyes got wide as she stared blankly at the screen. Her eyes fluttered as if her lashes were too heavy to continue holding. She licked her lips and poured herself another glass of tea. “Wow, Danny got me the good stuff for once,” she marveled.


Sally stormed back into her house infuriated. She sent Esmerelda home.

That night she returned to the Domingos. She hadn’t come empty handed. Her weapon of choice was the baby pink guitar she’d been saving for Esmerelda. Her head was covered in guitar strings- a disguise she was certain would keep her inconspicuous.

With one wide swing she smashed through Donna’s bedroom window.


Donna popped up out of bed like a jackrabbit – a feat that most certainly would not have been possible had it not been fueled with illegal amounts of nicotine.

“Sally Summers, who do you think you are?” she scoffed.

Sally blindly swung the guitar ever which way, knocking over bottles of perfume and porcelain rabbit figurines.

“Esmerelda. You don’t deserve her! She should be mine,” screamed Sally.


Esmerelda had woken up from the commotion and ran into her parents room screeching.

“Hush hush, now go grab mommy the phone” said Donna as she ducked- narrowly missing one of Sally’s swings.


Donna called 911 and lit a cigarette. “Hi, yes, Sally’s lost her marbles. A total fry, please come retrieve her.” She exhaled a cloud of smoke as she held up a lamp to block a blow. The glass shattered and she said “Really Sally, don’t be such a spaz, it’s not becoming on you.”


Sally, exasperated by Donna’s nonchalance, leaped out of the window. Running through the grass she decided she would escape to Albuquerque. She’d change her name back to the Summer she’d always been have 7 little Summer babies with an Albuquerque local.


In such a daze, Sally walked into the street and got hit by the police car that had come to arrest her. The officer got snagged on one of the guitar strings she’d weaved into her hair as he handcuffed her and she elbowed him in the nose. She ran down the street screaming “You’ll never catch Sally Summers!”

Allas, she was caught. And thrown into jail for assaulting a police officer. Donna visited her every Sunday, even through the 80s. She would sit on the other side of the glass licking her half of the ice-cream cone and blowing smoke through the little holes in the glass to remind Sally what she was missing out on.

Sally had actually found her place in jail and had refused leaving after her 6 months were up. She wore a crown of rusty pocket knifes, went by the name Summer, and secretly enjoyed her Sunday visits with Donna. To this day, they remain the closest of friends.











Faith, Photography

iPhone6s World Gallery

February 8, 2016

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Berkeley, CA by fellow World Gallery Photographer: Dusty Knapp

Detroit, MI by: Megan Lacroix


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Chicago, IL by: Amy LaurenRuby_June_Iphone6S

Herald Square, NYC

Iphone6s World Gallery, 2016


Feels so strange sharing that I’m a part of the 2016 World Gallery.

I remember last year when my mom visited the city we rode the Gondola from Rosevelt Island into the city and I saw the biggest billboard of my life with a cityscape that said “Shot on an iPhone6.” First my eyes got really wide and then they squinted skeptically “That photo was probably shot by an apple drone” I said to myself and then thought, but how crazy would it be to get to shoot for something like that…


I’ve had the iPhone 4 for as long as I can remember. I remember getting it and being ecstatic. It wasn’t the newest iPhone at the time, but it was an iPhone. Dreams came true that day. As years passed my 4 became more and more archaic. With not even an S on the end of my model, I had never known Siri. I ended up not even using it to take pictures because it was always full and the images were never even comparable to the ones I saw everyone taking on the 5’s and 6’s.


I prayed and prayed that I could get a new phone for years!! I knew it would happen in God’s timing but I thought maybe I’d have to wait till the 10 came out before it would be my turn. With just 6gigs on my phone I realized the bible app took up over 3 of them. I wanted to free up that space so bad but knew I had to keep Jesus on my phone. It sounds funny, I know.


So long story long, this summer friends visited me in the city and said – geeze, you really need to get a new phone. They concluded my quality of life was lower than it should be because of my phone setbacks. I said, I know, I know-it’ll happen when God wants it to happen! Virgin Mobile hadn’t carried iPhones in a while and there was talk they were going to discontinue them all together but I decided to check their site anyways. LOW AND BEHOLD, the iphone6s was up and it said October 7th they would be in stock.


By October 6th I had the drill down- I’d gone through the payment process countless times to ensure I didn’t slip up and loose my chance. I knew they would sell out like hot cakes and I’d been burned by nervous-shaky hands when picking out classes at FIT so I was not going to let those precious seconds escape me this time…


I camped out till midnight clicking Command+R over and over until it was officially October 7th. NOTHING HAPPENED. I stomped around and decided maybe virgin mobile was on Pacific Time, so I waited till 3AM. Command+R… Command+R…Command+R…3AM!!! And nothing. Ugh. Thoroughly disappointed I went to sleep and woke up again at 7 to check. A new message popped up saying “iPhone6s release: sometime in October” WHAT?!?! WHAT?!?! WHAT!!!!!!!!?!???????

I called Virgin Mobile repeatedly to get to the bottom of this and got no answers. My only hope was to save the link to my home screen and check it obsessively. And so I did. And one morning as I ate my lucky charms I mechanically clicked on the little icon and my eyeballs bulged out of my head- hitting the screen as I read the magic words “ADD TO CART.”

I sprinted down the hall, nearly running into the bookshelf as I rounded the corner into my room. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I performed Operation iPhone6s for the zillionth time and before even taking a breath I clicked confirm.

A message popped up that said “I’m sorry your billing address doesn’t match your shipping address” HOW CAN THIS BE??!!! Virgin Mobile, YOU copy-pasted my address- it can’t possibly be wrong!!!

I typed it in, copy pasted it, clicked refresh and confirm countless times to no avail. WHY?!!? WHY NOW?? WHY GOD?!


I minimized Chrome and desperately opened up Safari to go through the drill again. Only to read the dreaded words “SOLD OUT” over my baby.

There are no words…

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Allas, I said “NO. Jesus, you can do all things. If you love me, PLEASE, get me that iPhone6s!!”

The morality behind that is debatable… I know, but I was desperate.


I went back to my original page. Changed nothing and clicked “Confirm” One. Last. Time…










My phone came just in time for my trip to Los Angeles and as I sat in the Dallas airport eating awful Chinese food I got an e-mail asking if, by chance, I had the iPhone6s.

I had to apologize for switching to all caps- but it was a true miracle that I actually had the phone. I’ve never once in my life been that person with the newest&coolest phone. But for some reason God had decided it was time.


I prayed that if one of my photos were to be picked and featured in the World Gallery that it would shine God’s light. I wanted people to see an image that gave them a feeling of love that was unexplainable. I knew if it was meant to happen, it was already done.


Thank you Jesus, for giving me a phone-and the phone of my dreams at that!!! And this opportunity to be featured in Apple’s 2016 World Gallery? I’m not sure how to thank you for this one.

Thank you Redux, Thank you Anne, for going through months worth of my selfies and being so encouraging.

Thank you Philip, for having a selfie party with me your first night back in the city-if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have shot this photo!

Thank you Apple, for creating a campaign that is so personal and innovative.

Thank you squirrels and surfers who had to watch me shamelessly taking selfies on the beach and in the parks.

Thank you fellow photographers around the world who have been taking photos of the billboards and sending them to me!!


Every time I see one of these images out in the world it makes me smile, because I know these photos weren’t just taken by Apple Drones… they were taken by some pretty snazzy people across the world-some of which I’ve had the pleasure of e-meeting.


53 portraits were chosen from 41 photographers around the world. These photos are in 26 countries. WOW!!!

If you happen to see one, I would love to see it!!


Feeling so much love and sending out so much love-