Chapters, Changes and Nude Beaches
This trip had the makings of a good story: significant hardships contrasted by pure bliss and awe.
An essay on my time spent in Oxford
The Boy in the Attic
Pain can be a gift. It makes me a better person.
Go, and Be.
Laying on my stomach with my ear pressed against the floorboards, I listen for every echo and hum. I wait in patience for a mere mumbling of words to be broken into sound.
Creatures of the Deep
In a word, she is empty; untouched with inescapable beauty.
To those who keep trying; those who carry on, who don't stop when they want to give up, who test boundaries and fight fear with heart.
I marvel at the pioneer. How the name gained meaning; how she began her journey.