My kind of magic (hint you’re it)

My new reality is stringed together by moments of connectivity and self-care. I search for these gems amid the crowd in gigs, on a protest with strangers, in the eyes of my pets. I feel my endorphins dancing when hearing my friends voice, and I am addicted to it. I choose them especially when I... Continue Reading →

A confession

I am guilty of being that friend who delays the whole group by stopping and taking a photo of every rainbow reflection, rain puddle or pretty skyscraper. I both want to be known as the friend who takes good pictures and also not have it assumed that I will take their picture at every outing.... Continue Reading →

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