Confessions of a Late Bloomer

Dear, Reader, Ever heard the great saying: I’m sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come? Well, that’s me to society. Let me elaborate: In my adolescence, I was notorious for being tardy – so much so it often overshadowed everything else I did do in a socially acceptable way. From high school to churchContinue reading “Confessions of a Late Bloomer”


The winter & the fashion it brings is associated with endings due to how nothing blooms but as I ran my fingers along the soft, seductive, blush fronds of a rose, I remembered Winter was where flowers developed & Spring where they finally became.