Swimming Through These Murky Waters

On December 9, my nephew passed away in his sleep. I was only nine years older than he was, and…

Forget LinkedIn, Accordions are the Way to Network

Cutting Out the Cancer in 2018

Eliminiating the toxic people from your life

What to Do When You’re Young and Broke in Prague

New Year’s Resolutions: Make a Resolution To Continue Improving Yourself

Seeing The Invisible

There is much stigma that surrounds psychotic symptoms, which is why I am a little hesitant. I do not want to be embarrassed by this any longer. I am writing this, thinking it may help me in dealing with them, in doing so, it became slightly liberating, this is the most personal article I…

Mother: A Nonet

Robust with her unwanted advice

Ears that must not properly work

Unsympathetic looks, burn

Hellraiser, fire and ice

Only wants the best

The Music Of You

A Poem

My heart carries a melody for you that no instrument can mimic.

Wasteland

The sun came up

and you were not

by my side

The Painting

With every brush stroke she paints her piece.

Carefully done, it’s beauty fades.

Just like her face, lines appear.

Attic, where painting sits.