On one of the coldest days of the year, though at this point those words don’t mean much anymore-a friend of mine and I decide it’s time to get ready for spring. A feeling that is far fetched and distant with the 40 mph winds blowing piles of snow everywhere. Of course, the only thing that will keep you warm is a new old brooch. As a jewelry maker myself I have wondered of the pieces I’ve sold, will they end up in a vintage store sought after by future cool, hip teenagers? One can only hope.
I don't belong
Hi Im Adam
High School Anxiety
I had bruises like a mammoth on Lascaux galloping across my thigh. The oldest art
Lethal Combination of Grace and Cunning When Required
Why is it that I read Pablo Neruda before I go to bed and in the morning I reach for colors that are the colors of the cover?
Why is it that the letters "sea" means ocean in English and commands one to be in Spanish?
"You go on a walk after receiving depressing news, to clear your head."
I feel the need to prove I've gotten organized.