Neither here nor there
A feeling you can’t put into words, an identity you can’t name … Continue readingNeither here nor there
True Florida Stories
A feeling you can’t put into words, an identity you can’t name … Continue readingNeither here nor there
Falling in love with Florida’s beaches, and healing my inner child along the way … Continue readingFinding the Atlantic
I’m afraid of my dad’s bedroom. The bare, unlit space smells of old urine and disease, holding nothing but a bed stripped of its sheets and a streak of blood staining the wall. A weathered wheelchair sits in the bathroom; on top, a folded cotton shirt and shorts he was
Love seemed to be a facade, until I learned to embrace it. … Continue readingRewinding the tape
The lights turn off, letting unrestrained darkness dominate the room. In seconds, it replaces every element that brought energy and agitation to the once-vivid auditorium … Continue readingCurtain call