Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
To see my name on the big screen. To be famous and make a ton of money. To step on stage at the Academy Awards…. These are the types of aspirations and dreams that drive a young film artist. Some admit it and others tell themselves their ambitions are loftier Read more
When I was young, my mother Was obsessed with not eating. She’d scream, Skip the carbs, no bread Or rice. Today I view food Like a used car salesman, The mirror as a cross-examination To see if anything is amiss, The muffin top, the sags. And still, I hear the Read more
The narrow office is dim, like the interior of a grocery store freezer, but instead of a chilling curtain hanging in the secluded air, a thick, musty, scent drips off the books that stretch from floor to ceiling. One small window in this same closet, behind the desk, is cracked Read more
I hate to imagine the times I made my mother cry behind the closed door. She wanted to see my face when she looked at her reflection, but I was on the other side of a two-way mirror. I didn’t want to look like her, after seeing her twist and Read more
In 1991, Demi Moore appeared on the cover of Vanity Fair seven months pregnant and completely nude. In this photograph, taken by Annie Leibovitz, Moore stands with one hand splayed over her breast, the other cradled under the mound of her large, round belly. Her skin, hair and makeup glow. Read more
The air smelled of exhaust, of snowfall, of woodfire stoves. Julie held herself stiff, breath appended in her lungs, as she raced into the swirl of snowfall, the shavings sharp and virgin as diamonds, the shavings lashing the air, as the old Ford spat and chugged, coughed and spat and Read more
