Category: Travel

It’s been six months

It’s been six months Six months ago exactly I left my beloved New York for the west coast. I set off on my third try at living in California. Does the old adage of third time is a charm hold for this adventure?  Considering that I gave up […]

A hand on my shoulder

A hand on my shoulder My mom believed deeply, heavily in symbols. Everything had an extra layer of meaning Nothing was quite what it appeared to be. A fork falling to the ground meant a man was coming by; forget that I am extremely clumsy. A cloudy sky […]