Growing up, I dreamed of becoming a great (ok, famous) writer. I imagined epic poems, beautiful novels, and dramatic works of fiction, as one does.
Epic will forever elude me. I write about most ordinary and small things, with great love.
For me, this is life and its glory.
A random thought during a bike ride morphing into a curious inward exploration, trying to become a source of greater understanding… delicious. Lightness of being amidst the static and the minutia of life.