Consider the monarch. She only lives for herself, as flighty and elusive as she desires. Ungoverned and unrestrained, she soars without seeking permission to do so. I admit, I could learn a lot from her— like how to flee when the season has ended, how to migrate thousands of miles away from bitterness, how toContinue reading “LESSONS FROM A BUTTERFLY”


There is still goodness in the world. I know this as I wash oil and grime from tired skin, picking clumps of smeared mascara from eyelashes, considering boiling water for a cup of tea but ultimately deciding otherwise. I am far too tired tonight. There is still goodness in the world. I repeat this, asContinue reading “SCENES FROM THE AFTERPARTY”