My house sits on a four way traffic light

I have a ritual. It goes like this… I sleep on the bus until two stops away from home. My invisible guardian angel taps me awake or my physical one named Ramata does (Say what you will., i might not be religious, but Spiritual I very well claim) I almost never find my key when…

I only wear grasshopper greens as the color of my clothes not smudges

An avid grasshopper diver and collector of all kinds. (Yes that was actually a hobby I shared with my brother). I was always the muddy kid, trudging home probably with one missing shoe and a tear strung face, because my brother caught the biggest praying Mantis and wouldn’t hand it over to my grasshopper zoo….

Crooked Stripes and All

It was either the hand of fate that on my 20th birthday I heard “Free to be me” by Francesca Battistelli or just cheer coincidence. At the time nothing stuck out to me more than that simplistic yet undeniably accurate line “…But perfection is my enemy.” Years after i have chased perfection down a little lane called…

Waiting for Spring/Gordot

“While living full-time in Miami, i would have sworn that my only look on Miami would be from an airplane high above. So i suppose it is a good thing those words did not come right out of my now quivering lips. Because i would not only be eating my words, i would possibly lose my…