For so many years, I couldn’t understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me, like… for real, they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I’ve ever loved is trapped inside...

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

This sea wall is a priority for Mission Beach, and we’re just happy to see something finally being done about it.

I have to at least get a couple weekends in where I can just be on Santa Monica beach or Malibu and just ride the waves.

When Howard Beach occurred — and it was white on black — everyone was upset. This is similar. Somehow because this was black on white, people think it is different. No, it isn’t.

I feel a resurgence of my 6-year-old self… that little warrior, goddess of a girl reminding me of who I was when I was little, before the world got its hands on me.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.