what a vagabond life has afforded me.
to take a moment to reflect on my surroundings this time last year: Texas. humidity. misunderstanding. unproductive solitude. i had more in one way, and much less in more way than one. my creative growth was stunted. my days long and frustrating because they were of someone else’s design. the friendships i had reached a [...]
happy birthday, baby.
the first, of the many, for the rest of our lives. “Tattooed Mommy’s; our bodies will be their story book. Tracing the lines while we breast feed.” 10 – 10 / 10.
