When I was a little girl I constantly wondered what it would be like to have a double-barreled name. To…
It’s quaint, old-fashioned. Almost like a rite of passage, I suppose, to have this insatiable need for the “fairytale ending,”…
As a young girl, I developed an overzealous fascination with outer space. The balance of the blazing stars astounded me…
Days draw horizontal lines In the hallow centre of my unkempt mind. Invisibly etched words leave their mark A standing…
Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked…