Category: Love In Retrograde


  • Or: How I Learned to Stop Apologizing and Just Snap the Shot Born With a Lens in Hand I am a photographer.Not just by trade—but by instinct, by heart, by survival. I document life.Always have. Always will.(If there’s no photo, did it even happen?) A Family of Memory Hoarders I come from a long line…

  • The Myth of the Marriage Bed Society treats the shared bed like the final scene of a rom-com: two people under one quilt, fade to black, happily ever after. Somewhere along the way, that image became gospel. If you don’t share a bed, you must not share love. But here’s the truth: not every couple…