It’s beautiful. Your scar is your unpredictable imperfection.

I tap my pen against the Edith Piaf record, thinking of how to express my future sentiments when my journey comes to an end. Either in the arms of the girl I love, or buried...

Adam has the most engaging smile and I realize, this is a private smile reserved just for me . . . like he’s waited his whole life for just one smile.

The rhythm of a New York summer is passionate and powerful, evoking a rapid calypso, with July being the musical climax.