Pulling my stylist-perfected ringlets across one shoulder, I look over the white sand of the beach in front of the hotel. Gregory surprised me but almost floored Sandy and Jackson by hiring the entire resort for the thirty guest wedding. The resort’s private beach has been...
For two days, questions have thrashed around the vortex of my mind and I’ve been unable to find an answer amongst the disarray. In no order, thoughts, concepts, subtle movements and noises are being absorbed but not processed. I’ve begun to notice some things for the first time, small insignifica...