I have no idea when it started. Or how. Or why. I just know that somewhere along the way, Valentine's Day became my nemesis. At some point and time, it became...

What would it mean to be a companion to myself instead of an adversary? These were the words that came out of the speaker's mouth at the Women's Retreat I attended this...

Winter has a song to sing. It's timbre is melancholic. It is guttural. It is a song that needs to be sung. And when it is sung, for many ears to hear, it allows for teary...

Masks. I own many of them. I have one that I wear called "The Performer". This mask is a favorite. I wear it often because it gives me an identity. It is one that is...