I make my way to the cafe. I catch a sight of myself in a window reflection. I rather ignore it, no point in allowing her to ruin this moment. Once I reach the person I'm meeting up with, I cannot ignore her any longer. Instant regret on the outfit that-in my distorted mind- makes me look bigger than I already am. Silence her. Silence her. Silence her.
Top of Castle Rock, photo credit: bdg
White Sands, photo credit: bdg
Drogo when he was three months old.
Is it just me, or has being-an-adult always been difficult? Over almost four months ago, I turned 30 –I’m still trying to get used to seeing that big number – and one would think that by this age you would have things figured out. Well I definitely do not. I am still learning how to…
A very light-almost-airy-tap is audible, as my fingers make their way through my new keyboard. My lap is hardly aware of the new device that sits on it. Each key is as smooth as the next. The characters represented on each key, however, are not as symmetrical, as far as silhouette goes. The silhouette of…
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Cuicocha, photo credit: bdg
Miami, photo credi: bdg
A Writer on the Road 