My whole entire life I have put in the context of a story; an elaborate never ending novel. Read More
I love travel. Mostly because for so long you’re no where. You’re no one. You’re trapped inbetween time. It’s like not existing. Read More
Truly, the way she viewed her life was through the lilt of poetry. Words cradling all love and fear and hopes in their sinewy formations; stringy and tough and dependable are words. Read More
It’s often through seeing our own realities reflected back to us that we are able to process the truths and... Read More
You’ve told yourself he’s the key to unlocking your creative self. Hint: it’s all in your head. Read More