The Origins
Grandma’s Words
It’s a Philly thing.
Stolen Time
Disclaimer: Contains Sensitive Subject Matter
A Mark on the Map
Never forget where you come from.
The Black Swans
At nineteen, I won the lottery, along with 84 other kids. A semester abroad at a 14th-century castle in the Netherlands. My dad had always told me that I was pretty lucky. Paris was my top priority for one or two of those long weekends. We were forever labeled “The Castle Kids.” Each semester had them. Those who didn’t attend weren’t quite sure what it meant— only that when we returned, we’d changed.
The City of Angels
Just North of Los Angeles.
The Gravity on Ice
Mind over Matter— and the gravity of ice.
The Original Page
The blank page that started it all. A love letter to childhood summers spent barefoot under the California sun, and the origins of a coming-of-age tale. For it is always important to remember where you come from, and to always honor it.
The Village and the Gods
The Gods opened up the skies tonight.
I stood in complete silence, leaning against a column, having just woken from a much-needed nap. I wondered what they were trying to say — as I often did when they were so clearly speaking.