I was born in Sheboygan, the youngest of five. We lived on a farm just north of town where my folks grew pumpkins and a bit of everything else. Photos by Whitney Morales When I was in fifth grade, my dad bought his own funeral home in Omro, so I went to middle school and
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I grew up in a real small town. My class had 72 students. Living in a small town, where there wasn’t open dialogue and strong support for the LGBTQIA+ community, I didn’t always feel accepted for who I was. Photos courtesy of Brandon Rounds Growing up, I was very close with my stepsister. She had
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I grew up in Seattle. Neither of my parents finished college, though my dad went to a trade school. I think that is what fueled my parents’ desire for my sister and me to take advantage of everything we had available to us and do our best. Photos by Megan Monday “It was wonderful to
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Sandy: My dad was a very hard-working man in a small town with a family of four kids. He owned a grocery store, but people who couldn’t afford groceries still got fed. He’d just put it on the books, and he fed families that way for years. Photos by Megan Monday He’d feed people on credit,
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I’m a photographer, but my path to this career started in kind of a weird way. I didn’t have the passion instilled as a young kid or anything. I had actually just lived my life, became a mom, had other jobs, all before I ever picked up a camera. Photos by Jenny Longlais “I started
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When I was young, my brother was my hero. I was the youngest of eight kids. My brother wasn’t the closest in age to me, but he did a lot of the things that I wanted to do. He was great at skateboarding, great at drumming. He had dirt bikes, which I thought was awesome.
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