There is a librarian who organizes fluttering memories. The birds fly in with ebony words smeared on their wings and they always soar with more questions than answers; her thoughts are dust-covered dancers twirling behind crumbling books locked in skyscraper-shelves;... Continue Reading →
Colors frame defining moments. The trees are orange and I can almost feel the amber air of your childhood.
Much like the sunset, all good things must come to an end.
Childhood stories are proven to affect brain development. Yes, that means you are more likely to be brighter than the average person if your parents followed the tradition of reading you nightly bedtime stories. Whether you grew up on Disney... Continue Reading →
Every day is a pervasive reminder of our own mortality. The reason I was not able to post this weekend was due to the fact that, within the span of a couple days, I celebrated someone's birthday and attended another... Continue Reading →
Be bold, be brave, and be beautiful by releasing your countless memories onto paper.