Cornelia, was a friend of mine I've never met her but her eyes were always kind She could put gravity on hold and catch lightning in the old, wooden beams of Southern churches She found horror and then Hopper borrowed something sinister and something kind but not before looking for God in the pavement.
I'm standing in my underwear in front of a full-length mirror in a stranger's home, surrounded by racks of boho dresses, printed rompers and lace crop tops. "Hun, have you got something on?" comes a voice from the backyard. "One minute!" I call from inside the house as I peel a dark midi dress off its hanger and... Continue Reading →