my thoughts on whatever comes to me--including cravings for iyan and egusi soup--as i write.
shifts and stepping stones
i stepped off the plane at about 9 p.m., into the embrace of two dear friends. three suitcases in tow--and the feeling i am meant to be here--i walked into san francisco, and the most exciting unknown of my life. like butterflies, there is a sweetness in my stomach.