About

This isn’t me, but I like her face, so I’m keeping it.

I needed somewhere to go, to put my thoughts down – the messy ones, the irrational ones, even the ones I won’t share with my therapist or my life partner. I needed to go somewhere to let it all hang out. And I needed something creative to do. I’ve always been encouraged to write; this seemed like the perfect fit. We shall see.

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