I made it halfway across the street before turning back, tears swelling in my eyes as the words left my mouth, “Mama - "

'Love in response to hate– love does not despair. Love makes us strong. Love gives us the courage to act. Love gives us hope that...'

I was 16 the first time I clerked at a polling station – partly because I got the day off school to do so, plus extra credit in Mr. S...

...your plane left the ground just as the little green light of my hotel room door clicked open - our cosmic timing again tied together...

“So what was Hobart like?” he asked me once we settled into our balance on the trapezes, headed straight out to Mother Pacific...

...whereas in LA, we tend to pierce one another’s social circles daily - crashing into plans & other’s ways of doing things relentlessly.

I'd suggest we wander by The Standard on Sunset Blvd to catch a glimpse of The Box Girl on display for the night. It was such a concept...

I hadn’t seen him in 25 years and would’ve continued through life never knowing the difference, if our childhood friend hadn't died.

Like a modern day Frank Abagnale, who better to be in charge of making game-altering decisions than the side-swapper...

I have spent one night in St. Louis, Missouri – & it happened to be the first Ferguson Riots.

This arrogant stride provided not so much as even a head tilt toward me or the white BMW who slammed on his brakes coming down the fast...

After standing in the small, dimly lit room at the top of the stairs for a moment, the bed slid back and a secret door appeared....