My Mother; My Hero

I remember being younger and staring at my mom as she gets ready in our bathroom. It's one of several houses we lived in, imparting memories in multiple different places. Looking back on it now, I came to know a great many people from all the moves, no matter how challenging they were at the… Continue reading My Mother; My Hero

The Rollercoaster of Meg

Every month or so (sometimes day, sometimes week) I change my mind in regards to what I want to do with my life. It's how I've always been, ever since I was a small child. My least favourite phase was when I was incredibly fond of the Playboy Bunny and needing to own everything with… Continue reading The Rollercoaster of Meg