Ginger and I go way back. I’ve known her since I was just 17 and a freshman in college in Nashville, Tennessee. At some point mid-way through college, I moved in with her and her parents just a few miles away from school and only a short block from my Nana and Grandpa. I was supposed to be there for six months. I stayed for two and a half years. As you can imagine, we have a lot of history. We’re practically sisters in many senses of the word, and given my story, that means something.
She has her own story, almost a Steel Magnolias one, ironically. And we sometimes marvel at how her story is woven into mine. Ginger and her son Jackson are miracles. And I’m so grateful she is finally healthy after this long road. It was a treasure to finally get to photograph them.
Love you, G.
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