Maybe becoming is actually unbecoming…letting go of all of the things that are not you so your truth can rise to the surface and shimmer...

September 11, 2001. Newlywed and wide-eyed…together and side by side. The radio blasting Y2K jams until it wasn’t. ‘We interrupt this...

It was the winter of ‘86. I was in the second grade. Standing underneath a mystical live oak tree, complete with its bendy branches that...