Kobe.

My sister’s keeper

My sister chat like we do and discuss our upcoming podcast.

It went dark.

Sometimes if you say it aloud, it won’t happen. I hope.

Not normal.

Somehow I learn more about myself by pretending to be someone else. My French name is Sophie.

Kobe.

I find myself thinking of Kobe Bryant, often. He is a reminder of how screwed up the last few years been.

a mini

Of, course I wasn’t kidnapped. This time. But I do have a story for another time.