On writing, again
I guess it’s time to write again. I’ve had such a complicated relationship with writing. I love it. And then I hide that love. Or I judge myself and my […]
I guess it’s time to write again. I’ve had such a complicated relationship with writing. I love it. And then I hide that love. Or I judge myself and my […]
I never really realized at what point did I enter the realm of womanhood from being the rebellious yet confused young girl who deeply believed in fantasies and miracles. Growing […]
I am walking through aisles of books in a huge Barnes & Noble in Tampa, a city along the west coast of Florida. Books of different shapes, sizes and colors […]