How being psychic led me to New York
I’m propped up in bed, writing you from my AirBnB studio apartment in Brooklyn. A row of colorful shelved booksContinue Reading
Category: My Life
When the ending becomes the beginning
We sat outside a New York Bagel shop in Sedona, Arizona. She worked her way through an egg and cheeseContinue Reading
How to Handle Your Shit
I studied acting in New York with a formidable black woman named Susan Batson. Her voice, raspy and brash, wasContinue Reading
Why Birthdays Are For Love.
On the eve of the celebration of my birth, I write this as a gift to myself. Because I must.Continue Reading
Why I no longer give a shit about spinach.
Yesterday was interesting, to say the least. It started with the normal jumping on the laptop and working on myContinue Reading
Life goes on?
It’s funny how death teaches us about life. Well, if you’ve been following along, you know that I decided toContinue Reading
Why then, why now?
It is surreal to write this. In my last post, I so simply wrote of how my dad had justContinue Reading
Baby With the Bathwater.
Where do I begin? I’ve never been so confused in my life. (Not true, but you can imagine what’s next.)Continue Reading
