CHAPTER 5.9 – Encounters
A damp towel drapes over the back of my pack, swinging freely in the cool breeze as I walk to the station. I take a…
CHAPTER 4.1 – Venetian Seductions
I sit at a sidewalk cafe table directly across from the aged iron and wood doorway that has led to my hostel home for…
CHAPTER 3.8 – Living Art
Italy is a place full of artists. Yes, there are many that come to mind when I say this; Michelangelo, Donatello, Botticelli, and DaVinci. But…
CHAPTER 2. 5 – The Root of It All
Day one in Italy. Stepping off of the plane in Rome with a backpack strapped tightly around my waist, I took a deep breath…
CHAPTER 1.2 – New Beginnings
Today is my last Monday. For the last seven years I have worked at a prestigious dance school in the city of NYC as…
Runaway Bride
Runaway bride, a cute cliché movie about a woman who chronically left men at the wedding alter. And also a bit of my life. Though…
Legacy
I stood in the Hallmark isle last week along with many of you, sifting through the row of Father’s Day cards trying to find the…
Bumper People
The other night I went bowling with some friends. Halfway through the game, the lights went dim and the strobe lights flashed on. The…
R Train Stories
Last night on the R train, Brandon stepped in to my car. Brandon looked to be mid 20’s with torn cargo pants and long…
Crap Happens
Sometimes I wonder why I have to go through crap in life. Yes I know I am supposed to ask more eloquently why I…