A Gift of Fear. At six years old I had my first experience with bad people, unbeknownst to me at that time, this was […]
Movement
Moving well
Occasionally we watch the sands of time collect at the bottom of the bottle that represents our lives, we watch each descending grain of sand […]
Words
The Virus in the Year of the Rat
I wrote this three-months into the lockdown of 2020; it was interesting to see my perspective then and how some things haven’t really […]