Mothers and Daughters

Yesterday, my mother was 19 Frolicking and rebellious streak suppressed inside of her ^not very well^ to showcase to the world what a great conventional she was! Today, I ask her "what were you like as a kid?" and she... Continue Reading →

My Dreams

My dreams were never in big sunglasses walking in Gucci high heels on the streets of LA or New York with a Prada on my hand and red wine at evening “high”-teas while I sneak in some rum for lonely... Continue Reading →

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