Home is Where The Heart Lives
Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.
Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.
I feel like a hurt bird whose wings won’t fly….. broken down by the weather, the miles, and waves upon waves of turbulent air and rain, and the unknown territory of aiming for the desire beyond all desires for some safe land….. land to fly from land to live on Read more
Material possessions are worth nothing. It is love and family that counts for everything. Before the after, I tried to have it all. Long days added up to years of lonely rambling, came to a stop when I found my first true love. He was it. He was special. He Read more
After more than thirty years, I have come to loathe New England winters, specifically the ones in the Hudson Valley where I reside with my family in an 1890’s barn. Not withstanding the freakishly mild one we are having this year, I generally start whining to anyone who’s within spitting Read more
I grew up in Manhattan. That is New York City. Not Brooklyn. Not the Bronx. Not Queens. Not any other borough. Just Manhattan. THE CITY. A small island. We lived in a two bedroom, one bath apartment on the 30th floor of a high rise in Tribeca. It faced the Read more