Part 21: NYC 2.0
The obvious self talk words Butterflies in my chest Crouched in the belly of the beast. Manhattan quakes above and below. Painful knees… Read More »Part 21: NYC 2.0
The obvious self talk words Butterflies in my chest Crouched in the belly of the beast. Manhattan quakes above and below. Painful knees… Read More »Part 21: NYC 2.0
At first, it aches. It hurts like someone removed an organ and your body simply cannot do without. There’s a hole in your chest where… Read More »Part 20: That Time (We Almost Had Once)