Weeks. It’s been weeks since I last felt his touch, felt the way his fingertips skimmed across my cheek just before he leaned in to kiss me. And yet here I am, another night spent drunk and medicated, alone in bed. Staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering where the fuck it all went wrong. Numb to everything around me, I’m stuck in a perpetual…[Read more]

Spending her life traveling across the states with her mother and the rest of her Romani family, she was always a restless soul. Never content to stand still, she enjoyed the constant pick up and go. The good thing about being within a large Romani community, she never had to worry about making new friends when they moved. Her friends came with…[Read more]