Pride. A piece inspired by three words. "It's a drug. It's a high. You take a hit of the attention and you're soaring. But then there's the withdrawal and the low; and that's how you know you're addicted." Of this, I was certain. "So I've told myself it's better to be sober. Better to be even-keeled then expose myself to the cycles of addiction. It's better to be sober." "But is it?" Dee asked. We were talking about the addictive power of love, of course. Or perhaps lust mist

Gaps. A piece inspired by the voices of London. Mind the gap between the platform and the train, she says. Mind the gap. Such a subtle reminder to be aware of the space between you -- and everything else. Gaps. We all have them - these empty spaces, these missing pieces of the life we want for ourselves that haven't quite found their way into our lives -- at least not yet. Gaps vary in shape and size, degrees of difficulty and tugging on the heart. We often feel that our gaps

Affair. A piece and a love inspired by New York. The sun paints the pinkest sky The twilight beckons its last goodbye City lights twinkle in readied reply These are the nights in New York. These are the nights that brought her in and captured her heart in an instant. But it was the unassuming passing of the days that turned her head in disbelief. Each time she strolled through Central Park, she marveled at its changes. How did the seasons fade to another so fast, she asked

Believe. A piece, inspired. Christmas brings out the best in people. It's a time when the world slows down and families come together. We hang up twinkling lights to chase away the chill and the darkness. We show people how grateful we are to have them in our lives. But nothing is more heartwarming than seeing Christmas through the eyes of children. We watch them marvel in awe at the magic Christmas brings. We watch them believe. What is it about late December that makes us f