January is not the end. Spring is never too far to reach.
Here are some words for your wait.



telling stories through poetry & personal reflections
January is not the end. Spring is never too far to reach.
Here are some words for your wait.
My birthday was last week, and I love getting older.
I’m committed to soaking up every day in the life I have.
Here’s a window into the last decade.
I refuse to jump on the “2021 is lost forever” train.
That is simply not how I will proceed.
I use Marco Polo to keep up with friends and family, and something about yesterday just touched me so deeply.
Here’s to faraway friends in the age of technology.