It’s difficult to explain the dynamics of an open, trusting relationship. But take a beautiful, trustworthy man (that one in the picture is not mine, but I just couldn’t resist) and a bisexual woman and you’ve got the recipe for a life less...
I miss my old garden. I think I always will. There was magic in that land, fairies, devas and tree spirits to spare. I’ve share about it plenty of times, and it never gets old in my memory....
I will always be at my desk, coffee cup in hand, my hair in a mess, a silk chemise barely covering my shivering body as I spill myself in ink onto the blotted page of my consciousness. So reads a letter I’ve written to the legendary Anais Nin. You can peak into...
I’m so very conscious of the fact that when I fly anywhere, I am part of an environmental compromise. For this reason, I have chosen to offset some of the damage done by my flying by planting trees for every trip taken via the sky. I’d like to challenge...
