Some Things Remain The Same Back Home

The building’s awning shed its green for a shade of red, likened to cranberry, the furniture in the lobby was arranged differently, and my Dad and I were wholeheartedly determined to walk up one flight of steps and visit our old apartment on the first floor.

Gratitude To Fellow Writers

This is a post dedicated to my fellow writers – to the ones who have left a mark, an imprint, a lasting impact.

They Were Almost Something

When he made promises that he couldn’t keep, that he was unable to keep, they were almost something.

We Were Like A Scrabble Board

This group was, in fact, a scrabble board; all their personalities, characteristics, and intricacies infused together, creating a strong dynamic, making history.