The Storm

It’s no secret that I am a storm lover. So much so, that the sound machine I sleep to is a thunderstorm. However, when the storm outside is louder than the storm in my room, I take notice. Mainly, because our house burned during a thunderstorm in 2009. The lightning strike that caused the fire … Continue reading The Storm

Hank

I explore antique shops to look for stories. Every piece inside is a narrative about the past. I find parts of my own history woven into the aisles. A mushroom canister set from the 70s takes me back to baking in my mother’s kitchen. A very old, heavy, black rotary phone reminds me of my … Continue reading Hank