I Wasn’t Ready for Serendipity
“Let me hold your bags for you,” he suggested. I looked him over. White short-sleeved button-up. Khaki shorts. Loafers. This…
“Let me hold your bags for you,” he suggested. I looked him over. White short-sleeved button-up. Khaki shorts. Loafers. This…
Who taught me to not be free? This is a question I’ve asked myself many times over the last month…
“I am writing this because I want to remember this moment. I want to remember this disappointment. I want to…
“You’ll realize it soon enough, but New York comes with an expiration date.” – Ross Ross was one of my…
“This just isn’t for me. I actually can say that I hate my job.” I didn’t mean for it to…
Dear Mummy, My forever cheerleader. My favorite prayer-warrior. My annoying cuddler. My little person. You sent me a text today,…