Rinse cycle
There are two kinds of people, those who think self-care is a scam, and those who own a special spoon for bath salts. I’m the second kind. My spoon has a mother-of-pearl handle and a…
The Rituals We Keep
Morning light creeps through my curtains. I promised Mom I would be up by now. I reach for my phone. I shoot upright, alert now. It’s 7:32 am. Why didn’t my alarm go off? I…
Ride The White Horse
The sun and the clouds were having a ball. Spinning around and around in gay abandonment. The light show was tongue-in-cheek dramatic. A sense of fun as a last hurrah. Autumn was nigh but content…
Barnabas sinclair: a fish out of water
Once upon a more dignified time, I wore velvet waistcoats, wrote with a raven-feather quill, and was addressed as “Master Sinclair.” I dined with queens, lectured on alchemy, and owned more hair than modesty. …
Cabo de Tormentas
The Cabo de Tormentas has long lured Portuguese sailors. Many have tried to round the cape, but all have failed, for the Cabo de Tormentos is no ordinary cape. Legend says a stormy death awaits…