i almost forgot. but then, on the way home from a late yoga class, crossing the street admiring the barren trees casting shadows on the sidewalk everything flooded back. i remembered it was this night. i wish i could tell my friends, those who are just now experiencing the loss of a parent that every yearContinue reading “the bittersweet truth of my sorrow”
A lot can happen in two years. A lot did happen in two years. There were a handful of hypnotic eye-opening experiences in India, as well as a slightly disturbing observation in the duty-free shop in Qatar. The stories start here. I came home with a new mindset and a plan to make some serious changesContinue reading “about that two year absence”
i am one person | in a sea of one thousand | how will he find me?
Brooklyn Blaze Takes 5
Why do I feel trapped? Dinner with dad should be fun. And instead I type.