Author. Speaker. Recovering Narcissist.
"I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence And so the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same" - David Bowie Lying under the covers, I check my phone to confirm the alarm feature is turned on. As I tally up the … Continue reading Nothing Changes if Nothing Changes
It was roughly two o’clock in the morning and I was high on cocaine. I had just arrived home after working a double shift at the club. After twelve hours in my six-inch stilettos, I was a zombie on stage as the last song played. My feet throbbing and longing for a hot bath, I … Continue reading Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)
I recently opened a box mailed to me from my mother back home in Hawaii that was sitting in her garage since the late 80's. I was more than a little nervous thinking about what was inside but I had an idea; memories I wanted gone but wasn't ready to abandon completely. Once … Continue reading Lost, Found, London
