MLK visit

Melissa and I sat in the sanctuary for a while. I watched as tourists walked the aisles. Taking selfies. There presence is white noise. I gripped the arm of the pew and looked beyond them. It felt like hope and longing wrapped in sadness. So much loss there. But the haze is always forward.


William had been asking to meet his birth mom for some time. She was never far away from his thoughts. When counting all of his moms, she was always included. Sometimes he would rate us. On some occasions, she would come first. “She made me!” he’d say. William understood that without her he wouldn’t exist and loved her for that. We reached out and decided to meet at Minnehaha Park. Leah greeted us all with hugs. She was gracious, easy to smile and easy to laugh. William impressed her with his NBA knowledge and his sense of humor. The rest of us just watched and enjoyed. We left promising to meet again. I can’t be happier for the two of them.


I’ve really enjoyed photographing the work this choral group does. The collaborations and partnerships that they make with community members and singers across the country is special. They make music and artistic expression accessible and attainable for all. It’s lovely.