Intimate Things

There is something about love that opens you wide, and exposes you to a level of vulnerability that is literally embarrassing. It seems to have a way of catching you off guard, red in the face, trying to pull all your stuff together, all the while hoping you don't look like a fool, and the very thing you try to hide is the thing that love chooses to expose. There is something about love that makes you scream your secrets to the world, with your hand over your mouth. Intimate Things is my little book of muffled screams..of the excitement, the newness, the longing, the passion, the angst of love.