I was born in Texas, but hockey’s been in my blood since day one. My dad grew up in New England playing from Scituate High to UMass Dartmouth (back when it was SMU), and I caught the bug in a Houston driveway with a stick, a ball, and a dream. When we moved up to Massachusetts, I traded the driveway for the ice in Milton — a town where hockey runs deep.

After hanging up the pads a short college stint, I picked up a camera — and found a new way to stay in the game.