THE JOURNAL

This summer I had the chance to travel to Iceland with my brother. It was a surreal experience as we never saw the sun but it also never got dark. Every inch of this country is dreamy.

My mother is a poem I’ll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother. ~Sharon Doubiago This must be one of the hardest posts I’ve ever written.  How do you begin to thank your mom for being there for you all your life? For inspiring you.  For worrying […]