Jacket Collection

May 8th, 2020 Song: Je Cherche Un Homme by Eartha Kitt Mom's Hand-Me-Down: plaid blazer with elbow patches and silver buttons Roman Denim: jean jacket from a thrift store in Rome, Italy (perfect for a night cap on a cool evening) A Night Out: collarless leather jacket, to be worn with jeans and sneakers or [...]

Journal Entry: Eleven

February 9th, 2019 Last night I dreamed that a young couple invited me to their beautiful home in Trastevere. It was a villa with a pool and many vines and plants outside. I remember how the couple and their little children were interacting. I could feel their love for each other and their sacrificial mindsets. [...]

An Acquired Taste

I drove home from a date on the cusp of tears. I wanted to cry, but the interior flood gates remained shut. It seemed like a perfect moment to cry with the dreary scent of perfume and hairspray saturating the driver and passenger seats. The darkness weighed in and around me. An obnoxious amount of [...]

When Lipstick Fails You

The smell of hot garlic butter and shrimp traveled from the kitchen to my bedroom. It was a Sunday afternoon and I had just showered. I had just put on a grey cowl neck sweater with darker grey sweatpants. I combed and parted my wet hair, flicking droplets of shower water onto the wood floor. [...]

The Sadness We Demand

Some men love me. Some love me like a daughter. Some love me because I am their daughter. Some love me when I wear denim, call me blue jean baby like I’m on a bar crawl in downtown Nashville.  Reduce me to my roots. Call me baby or kitty or pumpkin. Judge me by how [...]

Journal Entry: Nine

January 24th, 2019 It is 9 in the morning. I woke up about an hour ago. Classes are going really well so far. I have Italian at 10 and then I am taking a taxi to an interview for the internship. Meg left this morning at about 5 am for Florence. Ursella is also going [...]

If you love her, I’ll see it

Tonight, everyone in my family is having dinner with someone they haven't seen in a long time. My dad and I. My mom and her best friend. My step-dad and his daughter. I don't know my brother's dinner plans for the night. His friends will probably order a pizza or maybe they'll walk to the [...]