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…
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The Responsibility Of Being Loved
Written in 2017 “I feel like you have one foot in and the other out when it comes to…
I Moved Out Of NYC For My Mental Health
“You’ll realize it soon enough, but New York comes with an expiration date.” – Ross Ross was one of my…