How can we all just go “Whelp, that year was intense, let’s just pick up where we left off?”

To this day I wonder who he was. Maybe just an ordinary holy-land angel, sent to help me understand how terrifyingly complex we are.

Hair comes and goes. Yet we think it is who we are. 

Writing and singing are actually two sides of a wonderfully healthy creative coin, but I did not know that yet.

When I was a little girl, I briefly got to take horse-back riding lessons.

I feel a sense of belonging here.