“Over the years, the kitchens I grew up in and around continued to draw me in, like a moth to a flame, as though I might recapture whatever innocence I’d lost in that warm, fragrant space.” Sasha Martin My Childhood Kitchen Yes, it was small. A small rectangle that if...
There’s a famous saying or rule amongst writers: The first draft is just for yourself; don’t show it to anyone. Anyone; especially family and friends. Yes, first drafts are horrible in every possible sense imagined: it’s disorganized, it has grammar mistakes, has a...
I stepped on the grass into the open golf course. The silver morning mist under my Converse's darkened part of its cloth with every step I took and I felt that coolness brushing my socks. The big birds appearing and disappearing in between and their singing resonating...
Madison realizes the importance of Felicity’s friendship as she accompanies her to the airport before returning home not knowing when they will see each other again.
Anyone who has been in L.A. will say it's a special city, beautiful in a unique way, but noone would like to live in it; be a part of it. Then why do I go against all odds and everyone’s opinion? The first time I visited the city of angels, I didn’t fall madly in love...