My skin, my trauma

My skin, my trauma

Over the years I have touched on life as it is in the color of my skin. Only cursory at best. I have never delved deeply into what this experience is and has been for me. Never felt I had the words or the courage to accurately express what this …

Do what you love and do it often…

There was a time I would write almost everyday about almost anything. I slept with a notebook at my bedside for those moments in the wee hours of the morning when inspiration hits. A line or two would wake me up and I soon understood that not writing it down …