This beautiful, hollowed out, near-dead tree stood gloriously alone on this picturesque South Dakota landscape. It caught my eye as I was driving down a desolate two-lane, rural highway. I pulled my car over, grabbed my camera, and started shooting. In that moment I had somewhat of an epiphany. I realized I was that tree. I, too, was standing “Glorious Alone,” with strong roots of life experience propping me up. I, too, was resilient and defiant. Not ready to crumble, but prepared to stand tall.
I’ve emailed you over the years. Each email more pleading than the next looking for work. Alas, the cavalry never came for me, and by 2019, I was out of money.
I had to rebuild.
In 2020, I turned my attention to filmmaking. The work I’ve been doing for the past six years on women’s issues has opened my eyes to unimaginable sets of circumstances that exist on the periphery of our society. Maybe we choose not to see them sometimes. But these horrific and painful life journeys are a part of our world. These are stories that need to be told and communicated to a broader audience.