Grace

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When I’ve experienced traumatic events in my life, there has always been a fork at the road. I could choose to lead an examined life and grow, or I could choose to blame people and environments. The former gives me back agency, responsibility and control during a time when circumstances and events cannot be changed. The latter allows me to experience short-term gratification in an attempt to justify and rationalize the pain that I am experiencing.

Arizona

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Like Miami, Arizona was never at the top of my bucketlist for travel. I was dreaming of Lagos, Naples, all of Australia, and Zanzibar. My mood catered to a safari or a getaway with white sand and clear, calm seaside.

Miami

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I’m always on the road these days, which is part thrilling and part exhausting. Most recently, I was on the east coast in Miami, a city that I am almost certain was intended to be designed as an adult’s playground.