revisiting childhood, revising tastes + homemade dark chocolate

I am eight or nine years of age. A block fringe bob frames my well-rounded, rosy-apple tinted cheeks. I am finally getting to the stage of exhausting that vexatious episode in which I was determined that black t-shirts and jeans were stylish and that my mother had no idea with her pretty, darling dresses. I … More revisiting childhood, revising tastes + homemade dark chocolate

city of stars

To me, he was Summertime personified; with honey-hued arms and hair of sandy shores. Every utterance of speech that passed between his lips entrenched words to the vacuum of my naive heart. He was an extraordinary vision of tree-dappled sunlight and the very essence of his laughter lingered in the back of my mind until … More city of stars