Original Art

I am bothered and wishing I were detached. I have people complaining that my work is anti-feminine. I guess I have been anticipating this response. But I am trying to delve into the anti-feminine drives within women that force us to act outside of our own self-interest. And beyond gender - I want to write a story about self-destruction. I wish the noise would stop because I have to tell this story. I promise I am genuinely investigating, never half-assed. How can it be? I've

Tears water the plants of tomorrow. Something gained, and something lost. Hopefully more gained than lost, though. That's the hope. You'll miss the way your hearts beats on Manhattan streets. Pushing through a crowd at some bullshit soirée. What it means to be a liberated woman with opportunity for tennis shoes. Choosing the kindest man I've ever met. That's my kind of Classic American Breakfast.