There was a young girl, And that's what she was: Young. Only that idea didn't feel right, Like a pair of pants, Too loose over here, Too tight over there, No, she wouldn't say she was Young, But she was. Her outlook of future, Always oscillated, Hopeful this day, Pessimistic the next, Except the hope… Continue reading Young


Cooking and Catharsis

Oh, how random and obscure the genesis of beauty can be. All I typed into the Google search bar was quinoa recipes, and after seeing one that looked easy enough, a "Mexican-style" quinoa, I went to my kitchen to start… fry the vegetables, add the tomato sauce and spices, let the quinoa sit and absorb all… Continue reading Cooking and Catharsis