My Work in Hickory Hill

For my final journalism class at the University of Memphis, I worked on a project in the neighborhood of Hickory Hill. Hickory Hill was annexed by the city of Memphis in 1998, which caused a variety of problems for the area, from demographic, business, and crime, the issues never really seemed to stop. Then in…

Bonnaroo Photography

I attended Bonnaroo in Summer 2015. I showered beside my car with a water jug. I pitched a tent. A random man fell asleep by my car after Mumford & Sons ended their show. I ate like 20 pb&j sandwiches because the food was so expensive. I once looked up at a cloud and  told…

My Photography-Capri, Athens, and Santorini

I took these photos back in October 2015 on a trip to Capri, Italy and Athens and Santorini, Greece.  It was one of the best 10 days of my life, and I thought I’d share a little bit of them with you.

Portfolio

Berry_portfolio Here’s a link to some of the work I’ve done…

Saying goodbye to bread…for 40 days

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. No, I don’t blame writers block. At least that’s not what I would classify it as. I’ve had a lack of ideas. Its like Italy has stolen all of the good, mad-crazy ideas and words from me and I have to fly there to get them…

Thoughts about Belgium with #prayersforparis

I’m in Brussels, Belgium a place that’s already in the Christmas spirit even though it’s only in the middle of November. There’s little chocolate shops on every corner, people in mittens and beanies, and waffles that are only a euro. It’s a cold-weathered souls dream to be here. I’m freezing but content wearing rain boots…

70 Days- The Things I’ve Learned Abroad

I’ve been here for 70 days. 70 days of adventures. 70 days of museums and pasta. 70 days of weekend trips to Venice, Pisa, Cinque Terre, Rome, and Verona. 70 days of discovery. 70 days of side streets and 70 days of pistachio gelato. I’ve learned, I’ve cried, I’ve relished, I’ve found, and I’ve conquered….

For the Dreamer

“I’m from the States,” I say when my cab driver asks where I’m from. “But I’ve always dreamed of coming to Greece.” “Thank you for visiting my country,” he says appreciatively and hands me a business card for his taxi service. “This is for incase you come back again.” As we drive from my hotel…

A Take on The Classics- My Life as a Film Review

“Tonight we are watching Gone With the Wind,” said my father. “I don’t want to hear you complain about it.” The man knew me well. I would throw fits to get out of watching old films on Turner Classic by constantly asking to watch something “current.” “What’s current to you?” he asked. “You know, the…

On Doing Things Spontaneously in Italy

We’re sitting on a train.  Is it taking us to Pisa?  Bologna?  Naples?  We’re not really sure. Because when you purchase a ticket for a train to the coast of Italy, you jump on whatever one looks like it’s headed in the right direction and board it.  We have no hope of a prayer except…

Appetite

“I used to have this appetite for my life and now it’s just gone,” Julia Robert’s in Eat Pray Love, 2010 (based off the novel by Liz Gilbert) I sit in a café. Alone. It’s a Monday. My Italian class has just let out and I have seven hours to burn until my next one….