You Are Supported

I found myself on the floor, in the fetal position in a friend’s home. There was nothing left of me to give on that Thursday night in September two years ago. I was empty and drained of every last molecule of energy in my body.  I had just resumed and ended yet another yelling match [...]


I spread my arms out, on the back of the Vespa on a quiet street at sunrise. Eyes closed. Wind kissing my skin. A series of inhales and breaths out. Deeper than ever.