I am sure that you can relate, on some days, words come easy.

Other days, you are lost form them.

To me it is a quiet battle between the truth and experiences I carry within and the concern of making it it known, bringing these words into the world. The moment they are spoken they are born.

I have decided to write anyway.

Not because I always know what the spoken word will be growing into but because writing has become a way for me to stay barefoot on uncertain ground.

It’s how I name what would otherwise stay silent. It’s how I remind myself that not every step has to be graceful to be worth taking. It’s how I reflect, understand and learn.

Barefoot in NYC is a place without polished endings.

It’s a record of the slow, uneven growing we rarely show.

It’s raw and authentic.

It’s a place where I will be talking about what I experienced, what I witnessed, stories that I have been told.

It’s going to be beautiful, dark, emotional, sensual, forbidden pulling away the curtain a little more then you would expect.

It’s a letter to anyone learning how to move forward without a map —

to trust that the road you can’t yet see is still being shaped beneath your feet.

If that’s you too, I’m glad we found each other here.