Breaking the Mold

A few weeks ago I entered a familiar cycle where my voice was silenced. There was an overwhelming sense of urgency to speak, cry, or yell out- but I could not do it. Something was triggered in me that took me to a familiar dark place of aching isolation. In the past I would allow…

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Home (My Ode to South Philly)

"Maybe there's a chance for me to go back Now that I have some direction It sure would be nice to be back at home Where there's love and affection"- Stephanie Mills (Home) Over the course of several months, I’ve dreamt of all things South Philly. I’ve dreamt of cheesesteaks and water ice, walking through…