If I wasn’t who I am today, I know who I would be. Do we all live life like a house full of ghosts? Late nights walking through the dark....

It is barely September and we are cast into shadows in the middle of the day. For months people have joked; “What is next? What could be...

I sometimes wear my collective shame like a funeral shroud. Pulling it out all threadbare and putrid to rest around my shoulders....