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keep dreaming

I sometimes meet people at exactly the right moment. A moment when I need a sign to keep going. That I can and will succeed in achieving all of my dreams.

Writer’s block had afflicted me in the worse sense. I was practically burning up from it. Feverish not with words but with blank space. I was faced with a lined page with scribbles and crosses acting like grave markers to dead sentences. My apartment stifled the words and blocked them from emptying my head, so I did what any writer with an obstacle does… I changed my scenery. Read more

when the universe speaks

Sometimes, often times, the universe comes knocking. Placing people, circumstances and occasions in your path that cannot be ignored. Too coincidental. Must be kismet.

I had one of these episodes recently. Actually, I believe I have them every day. You just have to learn to watch for them. Become intimate with the ways of the universe. Or whatever your name for the “Universe” is. Read more

surviving a tornado

It’s unfortunately true that the most obnoxious of interruptions are usually the most entertaining and memorable. The lasting impression of the imposter sticks to your skin like a spreading rash. Only the aloe of time will take away the burning redness. The longer you are exposed, the greater the affliction. Read more

saturday night heat

I’ll cut to the chase. Men who can dance are my weakness. Scratch that. Anyone who has an iota of rhythm captures my attention. I could watch dancers for hours, for days. In fact, I have. With my mouth gaping open, my feet subtly tapping, and my eyes sparkling. Enraptured. Men and women both have the power to hypnotize me. Read more

the unsavory, powerful, and intriguing

Designer suits, colorful socks, pocket squares, gluttony, money, power. This is the scene I walked into last week when meeting a male friend for a drink at a hotel rooftop lounge. Despite being an open air terrace, the testosterone hung heavily in the atmosphere without disappearing into the sky above. As I waded across the floor to my friend’s table, I felt eyes shooting pheromones at me. They went up my nose and in my ears, wrapping weighty fingers around my body and violating my nooks and crannies. Some may call this sensation delectable. Read more

hollywood’s seedy and golden ages

I appreciate a dive bar. You know the kind (I hope you know the kind). Glassware with questionable marks staining the rim. Gum and other sticky treasures permanently affixed under bar surfaces. An indistinguishable odor permeating the air that would be in everyone’s best interest to stay unknown.  Sweat dripping down the walls like candle wax. Shady characters who may never have seen the light of day hiding out in darkness, beady eyes staring down on you, the imposter. Read more