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    Thanks for stopping by! I started my business in 2007 shortly after the birth of my daughter, it felt like time was slipping away like a thief in the night. There were so many moments I wanted to hold on to. For me, photography isn't about a staged moment with manufactured, on cue smiles. It's about freezing time to capture a feeling in a fleeting moment. I've found that behind my camera I could see life unfolding and it seemed magical. And I Ioved it. My camera is a conduit of my quest for beauty and connections that I want to preserve. Years from now I want to remember how I felt, provoking emotions and memories that have long past... and I think you will too. I pour my heart and soul into each session. Everyone has a unique story to tell, and I would be honored to tell yours. This is my art and passion, I can't imagine doing anything else. I'm inspired by films, music, and fashion. Amy Poehler is my alter ego. Life is weird, unpredictable, adventurous, sentimental, and so much fun! It's quite a ride... let's go somewhere.

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    Technical details: I am a film and digital photographer incorporating video in all of my sessions. I want you to truly have the finest experience and the greatest memories. Film creates a look that cannot be digitally replicated, digital is perfect for immediate gratification, and video tells a story of its own. I attend several workshops throughout the year all across the country with the industry's top photographers from around the world because I truly believe there is always more to learn, especially in this ever-changing industry... this keeps me inspired and humbled, while giving you the very best.


Mayo Clinic

I have been privately battling an undiagnosed illness since January 2015, dramatically altering my life. On my best days, I can function at roughly 70%, codependent on an adrenaline rush from a run or workout until 3:30 pm- when, like clockwork, I rapidly wither physically and emotionally- fatigued beyond function. With all the strength I can muster, I will myself to go through the rote motions of the afternoon, until 9:00 pm, when I can finally collapse on the sofa to regain the energy it takes to drag myself to bed at 10:30. It’s very important to me for my kids to feel some normalcy, and not live in fear when they see me at my worst. Which sadly happens more than I would like.
I don’t want anyone’s pity, which is in large part why I’ve kept my illness so private. There are people struggling with so much worse, fighting for their lives in one way or another, dealing with loss, etc., while I am just stuck with an altered quality of life, and no answers.
On the outside, I look normal and quite healthy, especially when I put “on” my positive attitude, wearing my strained smile like worn bandaid. Daily, it’s a choice not to drown in self-pity and grieve for the life that I once had. Since I’m human, I can fail to make the right choice and spiral down the funnel of fear. Losing hope and feeling selfishly sorry for myself.
As I write all this I’m on my way to Mayo Clinic. My local providers have given me 10 separate illness’ making my medical history look like I’m a 80 year old grifter, rather than consider connecting the dots that trace back to an origin- pneumonia in early January 2015.
I’m afraid I have an autoimmune disease. Other than being an expert on my own body, and my medical degree from Google and a residency with Web MD– joking, you know you do it too.

I believe we all have the capacity to know when something just isn’t right. I’m 38 years old. I have lived a healthy lifestyle for the last 6 years- organic, low carb diet, very active, strong faith, and overall, a positive person. Other than having trouble sleeping, I had no prior ailments up till the bout with pneumonia. Daily I deal with numbness in my extremities, no rhyme or reason, and no pattern readily identifiable, bilateral stiffness and pain in my hands and feet. Lately, I have been getting fevers 3 times a week ranging from 99.6-102. Some doctors do not consider anything under 100 to be a fever, however, my aging body begs to differ. 99.6 can feel really crappy. I will spare you the details of weekly GI distress other than describing my stomach as a angry boiling pot of stew that spills over on occasion. The thing is when you’re sick, you really have no idea what’s relatable and what’s just normal bodily “wear and tear.”

My blood tests have all been normal, with the exception of Epstein Barr, indicative of mono. How I picked up the cliche junior high “kissing disease” is beyond me. I had the illness in the 6th grade and have tested negative for it over the years ruling out dormancy. When I contracted the virus is unknown, sadly, because I have no idea what feeling well feels like anymore.

Day 2

I met with a neurologist and a rheumatologist. Lots of tests, mostly blood work, and A MRI of the spinal cord. I don’t seem to be getting much by way of answers, other than ruling out a list of diseases that I don’t have. Medicine is an evolving science to be sure. I’m not sure what my expectations were, I suppose I envisioned leaving here with a label. I may still be getting one, but it’s not one I hoped for. Healing may not be on my impending horizon. I keep hearing chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia, most recently central sensitization syndrome. I can’t help but feel like these are code labels for we just don’t know. My symptoms don’t fit neatly into one illness- I feel like laundry strewn with unmatched socks. I’m vacillating from acceptance to hopelessness like a broken yoyo. My poor husband.

Walking around this place, thickly blanketed by dismal clouds- a cloak of weariness, stitched by hope. We are tribe shackled to sickness, in search of healing. Faces of many nations, language an abscind barrier. Somberly, time ticks slowly here, oppressed minutes in a throng of hours.

Day 3
I met up with my internist, the amazing Dr. Nina Schwenk. I immediately regret using this worn-out-thread-bare word, but after all of this, I can’t come up with anything better. Because, well, she really amazed me. I have never had a doctor give me a power point presentation on all of my test results. Ever. They were all mostly normal, with exception of the toxic levels of vitamin D. Gasp, that’s never been the case. Dr. Schwenk could have easily glossed over my stellar blood test results, but instead she chose to go through each and every number, explained to me what my number meant comparatively to the range they deem “normal.” It was refreshing and quite informative to know what the tests reflect, and what that means for your overall health. Physically, I am in perfect condition. A relief, of course, but confusing. How could I look so healthy on paper and feel this way? Please don’t tell me it’s all in my head. But is it?

Amygdala Trauma (AT from here on). Centralized Sensitization Syndrome (CSS from here on). Apparently AT occurs when you are under emotional distress and fighting an illness, simultaneously — emphasis on this, damaging the limbic system, leading to chronic sympathetic arousal and immune dysfunction. Best explained here:

There I am on paper- again. This time, making sense. Relief washes over me, clarity in its wake. But now what? CSS is still being researched. There isn’t much out there on this. Treatment varies. Retraining the brain is required. It will be a long road. Recovery is possible, unlike the other ailments I was facing. This is good news!

CSS manifests very real symptoms, PET scans proving it. In my case: pain, and heightened sensitivities. The fatigue is from the brain being overly active sending and not suppressing messages like it’s supposed to. Best explained by Dr. Schwenk with this analogy:

When you walk into a pungent room, your brain detects the smell by messages from your olfactory system. Once it’s deemed non-threatening, it suppresses the messages. With CSS, messages are not suppressed.

I decided to share my in depth story because I have met a few people with similar symptoms. And, like me they are frustrated and losing hope. If you know someone with similar symptoms, please inform them about CSS.


Kids are getting antsy, school is nearly over…May 24! It’s a struggle to motivate them. Their heads are on summer. Mine too.