“Snow is...a beautiful reminder of life and all its quirks. It makes me pause. Think. Stay still. Even my mind takes the hint. It makes me feel giddy. Like a kid. I bring my hot cocoa to the window and… — R.B. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“...the erotic is as natural as drinking water. Sometimes we sip it. Sometimes we gulp it. Sometimes we devour it. And yes, sometimes we can choke on it. Without it, I doubt a person is truly living life fully if… — R.B. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“Snow is...a beautiful reminder of life and all its quirks. It makes me pause. Think. Stay still. Even my mind takes the hint. It… — R.B. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“Pink reminds me of my love for dance. My youth. The innocence of being young. Tutus. Strawberry frosting on a vanilla cake (my favorite).… — R.B. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“...the erotic is as natural as drinking water. Sometimes we sip it. Sometimes we gulp it. Sometimes we devour it. And yes, sometimes we… — R.B. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“I...love my curves and clothes and shoes; I love the way adrenaline from dancing or love-making reaches my cheeks. I love my long hair… — R.B. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“I look out my window a lot. It’s just one of those things that keeps me grounded in this weird, one-with-nature kind of way.… — R.B. O'Brien Copy Share Image
