The Fire That Burns
Art The fire behind my career as an art mogul came from the pure and unadulterated joy brought from admiring and collecting individual pieces. The business sprung from my attempts to dress the walls...
Category: Bittersweet
Who Does That?
Who Does That? Who does that? It was almost a whisper. Her overwhelming brown eyes boring into my soul as her lips curled into a half-moon smile. Her hands attached to elbows bent at...
Who Owns The Key To Your Golden Handcuffs?
Golden Handcuffs My boss mocks me. He dangles the golden handcuffs in front of my face before locking them securely in place. My arms pinned behind my back, I am impotent. I struggle despite...
Financial Independence is Bittersweet
Bittersweet I say that financial independence is bittersweet and you look at me with your jaw slack, your eyes questioning. You scan to the top of my blog and you see the words “Personal...
