Life is a spiral, with one circle ending and another simultaneously beginning; layering and weaving thick histories and memories that ultimately makeup our very personal stories. My own personal story is evolving once again, as...
Thank you for letting me hold you. Thank you for letting me nestle my tired head into your warm chest. Thank you for letting me say, “I’m sorry.” I know we no longer speak...
I’ve always dreamed in black and white. The times when my dreams have vividly been in color or when something within the dream is in color, like a brightly-tinted bridal bouquet in a Photoshopped...
