After months of silence, I’m finally finding my voice.
The first time I met Nick, I was 15.
Letting go is never easy. But sometimes it has to be done.
When life isn’t fair and times get tough, I, more often than not, find my solace in Ernest Hemingway.
It was the middle of June and I was traveling with a broken heart.
The promise of adventure hung in the crisp summer air as I got into the back of a cab at Barcelona-El Prat Airport.