You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most…you are beastly.

Life’s like the piano and the violin, it’s about how smart you could play the melodies to make a good harmony.

My story is a sad and lonely one, and beautiful and lively and joyful. It’s not perfect; it is what it is.This is a story.But it is not a fairytale.

Truly, there is magic in fairytales.For it takes but a simply-uttered ‘Once upon a time…’ to allure and spellbind an audience.

I met Baba Yaga at the end of childhood – past pigtails and fairytales, but not quite ready to give up on make-believe.

We were fair game but we have kept out of the cesspool. We are strong. We are the good ones. Do not discover us for we lie together all in green like pond weeds. Hold...

I will do everything I can to be the man that you want, the man that the seven-year-old you used to dream about. I will bring you flowers, I’ll take care of you when you’re...