Whenever I find interesting items while traveling about, I feel like they have a story waiting to be told. Click on any of the photos below to discover their Tiny Stories. Follow me on Instagram to see what stories I tell next. 

View fullsize Nervous was an understatement. She was a foreigner, a settler, no a refugee, seeking asylum from the lie of her old life. She’d been content for the last twenty five years, but never excited. She was excited for this date. She had definitely no
View fullsize She kept her eyes open so the lids slid down on sandpaper when she could stand it no longer. Barely a millisecond past before they were wide again, her face straining to keep the barriers from blocking her view. The vanilla swirl of dusk fell into an
View fullsize Everything she owned fit. She wasn’t sure it would, and didn’t want to have an excuse to go back. Packing took less time than she thought, and as she looked around she only saw his things, and they still filled the space. She had let too
View fullsize She didn’t know what to do with them. There was such an importance put on them before: did we have enough, were they clean enough, sterilized, were there some in the bag just in case? She had sterilized them again, out of habit. Her precious fe
View fullsize She woke up hungry. Her bed sheets hit the ceiling as she jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. The cupboard doors shrieked their objection to the force with which they were attacked. One hinge surrendered all together and let go of its charge. T
View fullsize Growing up in Savanah, she thought she would be impervious to the desert heat. Home was alive with heat and moisture, the heat in this place seemed to steal this life from you. Her canteen was empty. She knew the guides would have more, but didn&rsqu
View fullsize There were safety measures in place to ensure this wouldn’t happen. He was one of the trainers that guided new employees through the routine, he was painstakingly thorough. He wanted to be sure that if any accident occurred it could not be blam
View fullsize Some days she could hide it. On others it crept like flames past the long sleeves and pant legs. Parents unconsciously pulled their children away, afraid it was contagious. She was careful not to scratch, even if there was no itching. The regime for
View fullsize Speeding into the Holiday Season! #stuontheloose #christmastimeishere
View fullsize The pain had been there for so long she nearly forgot it was there, until it screamed inside her skull. It always started in the same place, a dull ache, that seemed to fracture her from with in, a worm or a root, pushing slowly to the surface, tryin