My work is rooted in Baltimore, but it speaks to something broader — the shared human experience of community, memory, and belonging.

I grew up in the 1970s and ’80s on Rockrose Avenue, surrounded by the everyday rituals of Black family life: porch conversations, weekend gatherings, neighborhood pride, and the quiet understanding that we belonged to one another.

My mother and grandmother were the architects of our family’s archive — saving photographs, telling stories, and preserving a world that shaped my earliest sense of identity. What they created was more than memory. It was cultural documentation.

RockRose Stories continues that tradition through a cinematic lens — shaping a long-form body of work told across films and, now, memoir.

My work explores how communities remember, how they change, and how those memories live on inside the people who grew up there.

It is rooted in the belief that everyday lives deserve the same attention and artistry as any grand narrative — and created with the hope that it may one day live beyond me, within family, community, and cultural institutions.