I want to run until wildflowers meet the horizon, a mere silhouette, shaking hands, terrified of starting over out where gypsies roam,...

Outrunning memories, barreling down back roads, past Alberta fields barren. Speed; adrenaline; hammer down. Something endless ahead,...

I am not broken. Rejection doesn’t make me unlovable. I am done living for a dream. It’s time to love me. I am a fucking lotus flower,...

Some things are simply meant to be. That doesn’t make it any easier to endure and let go. Some days are too long and some nights are too...

They call it “butterflies” when you fall in love for a reason. When it all ends, it is what gets released into the world to move on. Like...