Journal Entry: Twelve & Thirteen

February 15th, 2019 After splitting a bottle of Prosecco on the plane, Deirdre and I made it to Fatima! We arrived in Lisbon and ate empanadas (chicken pot pie-ish thing in muffin form). Alex helped us figure out the metro to get to the bus. When we stepped off the bus in Fatima, we were [...]

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. [...]

Wifi & Marriage

It was two days before I left for a semester in London. I was sitting on the couch in my basement, drinking a glass of red wine and watching re-runs of sitcoms from the 90's. I had been trying to check my phone less recently, but, in this moment, I couldn't fight the urge; I [...]

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 [...]

Learning to Listen on FaceTime

I see him in the evening within the four corners of my phone’s warm screen. It is close to midnight his time, only six o’clock mine. The light from a desk lamp illuminates his skin. His closet doors are always open. His fan, always oscillating. Sometimes he will talk into the fan, making his voice [...]

Apartment Windows in Rome

It was midday in Rome. The air smelled sweet like maple or nectar. I was convinced that someone had left a plate of pancakes by their window for all the tenants to sniff. Music played from another apartment, low and distant. I imagined the people listening, using the music as background noise while they cooked [...]