I am a human — I am not just a woman, I am not just a moment, I am not just a gift. I am alive — my emotions ebb and flow just like yours, sad man. The sad man, taking space for the story; the sad man, sharing tales about his glory forgetting theContinue reading “Whole, Broken”
Category Archives: whole
City Living
We live here, apartment three floor four– it’s confusing, I know. … Burgundy molding pinches the outside of my window, a gentle beauty I did not expect to find on my side of New York City. … The big picture is always on my mind; and yet I so rarely see it. … I canContinue reading “City Living”
Reaching Joy 