V.V. Wolf
30-something….not married with kids, but not exactly single. Still rather hopeful, but at times outright and wickedly cynical…and many times, way too late at many things…including blogging. I never thought I’d begin writing again, let alone publicly. Perhaps it’s the Parisian spring air mixed with the awkward and surprising loneliness; it has created the ingredients for the recipe I have eminently needed and been in search of…connection, communication, contact. So, it’s just me, my international heart, my love for him, her, and everyone wrapped inside one enticing phenomenon of good, evil, and the sexiness of everything in between.
