When one door closes, a window opens.
I’ve always been drawn to writing. How a rhythmic blend of words managed to make the mundane look magical never failed to put me under a dizzying spell, and one I had no qualms being bewitched by. Perhaps it was also the idea that just about anything could be romanticized under the guise of a …
I’m not here to look perfect. Honestly, I’m really not.
A pretty controversial title for me, I know, but let me explain.