Counting Each Exhale
It’s 4:19 am. I’m hungry, again, so I grab some cashews and blanched almonds and go back to bed, the stillness in the room on par with the same calm inside. I close my eyes and try to exhale to a count of at least eight. They say that longer ... Read More
And Then The Snow Fell
Before the snow fell I was chased by a crazy man, an accomplishment of which none of us should be proud, but we tell our tales of survival, words adhering to our clothing like red, blue, green and purple badges of courage. Before the snow fell I was chased and ... Read More


