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Am I a writer? No, I don’t think so. Sure, I write. But, I am not a writer. The others are writers, not me. A writer is the journalist who lives a glamorous lifestyle traversing the globe unearthing gritty stories. A writer is the essayist whose byline appears in glossy…

An amalgamation of memories, hours and days and months strung together in sequential order, then sifted and twisted, until they’ve chronicled years, decades, a lifetime. A sloppy stew made from an experimental recipe, sometimes with too much of this, sometimes with too little of that, and sometimes with just the…

“I’m not different for the sake of being different, only for the desperate sake of being myself. I can’t join your gang: you’d think I was a phony and I’d know it.” – Vivian Stanshall The quest for authenticity seems to be never-ending and ever-changing. We strive for authenticity as…

The Tree stands tall and majestic in the heavy stillness of twilight, when daylight is waning and nightfall hasn’t yet taken hold. There is a raw ambiguity in the air – in this middle place – one foot in this world, the other stepping over the threshold to the next.…