Category: The Story

Truth tested for her third DAN as a black belt in Taekwondo and I’m so proud of her. She started this journey at 4 years old. The head the the school noticed Truth doing the moves in the seated area of the class when she […]

Sometimes it feels good to just not have a camera in my hand, and watch a screening of something I had worked on, in the company of others. That’s what happened in the fall of 2019 at Eaton DC. The screening theatre was intimate, perfect […]

The family height chart was originally in the “den” which in 2005 became Truth’s room. The walls were purple and pink for a few years and the chart was redrawn… then Truth wanted her walls painted again (she hated purple and pink), so we had […]

Even though I write, as in I use a pen to write sentences on paper (that might eventually be a story or some collection of points)… or even type quite a bit in my computer, I never called myself a writer, for one superficial reason: […]

I remember holding him in my arms like it was yesterday. The way space and time forms in our mind is such a phenomenon. When I hear his voice, even though I know it’s kinda deep these days, it sounds like a symphony of all […]

This was the first music project I’d executive produce. Which simply meant, I’d make sure the resources were there to make it happen, from start to finish. I didn’t contribute to the musical side in any way. I did however, do the photography and design […]

I’m not certain about the first time I went to Park Playground, which was just down the hill from my house on Bessica Street. However, I do remember the configurations of my earliest visits to the park, just not the order. A few times with […]

I told my parents I’d be riding BMX bikes forever. It was my way to convince them, spending $450 on bike was worthwhile. I wasn’t really lying. I still ride my more adult version of a BMX bike: the wheels are 26″ as opposed to […]

Erica was “jumping ship” from the nine-to-five (seven-to-seven) at the World Wildlife Fund and joining me on this crazy boat we call Park Triangle Productions. She needed a headshot and some basic photos so folks would know who the new person in the company was. […]

I was picking up my son at his elementary school one day. I felt my typical frustration that when I’d come to pick him up, he’d be by himself usually far off in some “lonely corner” in the play area, moving is hands around, imagining […]