Seasons of Grief

It’s been a while, and then some. Here’s an update for anyone wondering what has been going on with me.
The Tower
A flash prose piece written based on a memory of Florence, as part of Asheville’s Monday evening workshops.
A Vodka in Holič
A travel memory from the original Venture. Something you should know about me: I’m pretty unlucky. This is one of the reasons I get travel anxiety, because whenever I step out of my cozy little sphere of comfort, things inevitably go wrong — like the time I ended up in Rome without a place to…









