On Brand
I am the dreamer, he is the detailer. That works well, that is a reflective representation of who we are. I am good with dreams. I’m not good with the nightly dreams, the ones that…
I Am Not Your Negro
If you’ve ever met a Philly Girl you might understand one of the toughest choices we will make is whether to attend every fight we are invited. Once upon a time I always chose violence.…
Spring Time Contemplations
The Ides of March are right around the corner and DST drops tomorrow costing me an hour of sleep. I still want more spring though. I am not a big fall and winter girl. Truth…
Like a Moth to the Flame
The past 72 hours have been trying in ways I haven’t experienced for a while. I think that the closest moment is in the early moments, resisting, screaming, crying, yelling. This moment is different and…
The Second Step
This is the moment I’ve waited for, and before I close my eyes for nightly sleep, I will have first hand proof of the road. I feel as if I already had that proof, but…