For years, my mother has oft said with an affectionate and slightly omniscient tone, that the number eight represents new beginnings. I am not sure if it comes from a biblical reference, the Aramaic or Jewish calendar, but I am definitely certain, it has a very kismet-like ring to it. As I sat pondering and... Continue Reading →
The Born Identity
Many a person have gone or will go on a quest; a journey of self-discovery to figure out who they are in this crazy, tragically beautiful world. The topic of individual or collective identity is complex, multi-layered and multifaceted. A kaleidoscope, if you will. There seems to be a new box added to official forms... Continue Reading →
Wheelchair Girl 