Why Gemïny

The next day was weird, to say the least. Hollywood was still inexplicably upset about last night's main event. But Father and I—well, Father and I—were now the bestest of friends. He was sharing stories from his days in Sicily…

Dear You, 

I owe you an apology. The last time I "addressed" this topic, I forgot to embrace the moment. I have a horrible tendency to live "matter-of-factly," choosing to completely ignore my darkest moments, letting them exist as fleeting…

It was a cute ode to the eerie and dramatic night we met: meeting here at the brick-paved horseshoe that ignited its promiscuous spark we haphazardly tended to. I waved as I approached our one-in-a-million brick ( I know you…

When I came to, I was back in that dark basement, lost and disoriented. The fog had cleared, and all that remained was the alluring glow of the mosaic mirror before me. In its vibrant reflection, I sat with a…

Amidst the furious roars of thunder and the relentless assault of raindrops, I drifted, battered by the violent tossing of tumultuous waves. My lungs clung to life like a castaway in the tempest, struggling to ride out the storm. Lightning…

“You see, as human beings, our nervous system is hardwired for comfort, whereas the essence of what makes us, us. Some would say our soul is hardwired for growth. And it’s managing that dynamic tension between how good a comfort…

“There's no rest for the wicked,” Proverbs 4:16

The sentiment has haunted me since birth. Not because I’m exceptionally religious. And not because I believe I’m inherently evil or beyond redemption – well, maybe at a time. But there’s no…

There I was, yet again, Falling. Through a familiar feeling, something like a moon spider crawling over my body. Its icy spindling legs extract the warmth from my being, piercing against my husk. Engendering this inexplicably foreboding tingling to emit…

The Desert Storm continued to rage, glaring out my eyes -- a hot flash distorting my surroundings until all that remained was a vast white plain of pain. At this point, the despair was absolute; I had come to accept…

*Excerpts from “Victorias Secret”

There’s no telling where you’ll meet her. Nevertheless, you’ll know when you’ve arrived. The waters will be clear as crystal. A sacred glass encasing for the ornate scenes below. The vibrant violets, frisky fuchsias,  regal…

*Excerpts from "Victorias Secret"

It was your normal Thirsty Thursday 

Naturally, by normal, I mean I woke up to a seductive set of golden brown waffles (strawberry of course). Topped with some lightly toasted, cinnamon-curry pistachios that so elegantly complimented…

*Excerpts from "Victorias Secret"

Insides Writhing, blood seething, heart pounding. While on the outside I sat idly with my gaze transfixed just beyond the dim eerie light that leaked out from my MacBook. The snowflakes like powder delicately tumbling towards…