I have stood on the bank of the Patapsco, staring across the water at the steel trees with no branches
Fashion can be bought and sold, but style is a priceless curation of experiences and confidence. —E²
Life in the May house has been on the up and up this past year, to say the least. Now,
The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment.— so said Someone Frank & Egypt pondering sleep deprivation They
Money cannot buy peace of mind. It cannot heal ruptured relationships, or build meaning into a life that has none.
Buenos nochesmi pájaro de la canción sé que cuando me despiertoestará durmiendo.Así pues, otra vez digo a usted buenos noches.
A homeless man, woman, boy . . . girl: crack fiends and veterans alike . . . at every stoplight, every intersection. After the first winter I spent working in the frigid downtown harbor cold, I swear my heart sank the distance of the Bur Khalifa in Dubai, and has yet to rise again. The sad part, so much of the city—to no surprise—is so immune to seeing our Homeless that they do not even acknowledge the 14’esque year old boy bundled in a blanket in the old church doorway. The one with the giant floor-to-ceiling red doors, almost at the corner of Charles and Baltimore Street. No one notice the other boy with his head hung low as the light changes again with without a single care for his existence—and if they did they’ve made it their business not to show it.