I was Born

I refuse to turn around on my way out. A breach baby insisting I come into this world feet first. No amount of coaxing will turn me around. So I am cut out of my mother, leaving a scar. Her only child.

I am born with a tooth so my half brother calls me fang.

Sometimes I wonder what it was like during this time I can’t remember.

Mar a Mar

On November 30th, 2018 I set off on an adventure with my 80-year-old dad, our friend Skittles, and our guide Orlando on a hike across

Keene

Been in Keene for the past two days. We stayed with Michelle who I met down at OWS and had dinner with near Liberty Sq.

Body Shame

It took nearly 6 months to get a bike after moving to New York City. Riding in The City is a mix of reckless exhilaration