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 [...]

Journal Entry: Eight

January 20th, 2019 Today I woke up at 9:30. I made coffee with my new french press and then I read in bed for a while. I did my first load of laundry today. The washing machine is puny. Around 12:15 I ate yogurt and granola. The woman from Italy Excel emailed me back and [...]

Journal Entry: Six

January 18th, 2019 I went on a walking tour of Rome today. We went on various forms of public transportation. Isabela was my tour guide. She showed us the Colosseum, the sight of Julius Caesar's stabbing, and overall how to navigate the city. After the tour I went to lunch in Tiber Cafe and then [...]

Journal Entry: Two

January 14th, 2019 First day in Rome. We landed at Fiumicino Airport at 10:30 a.m. Despite being told only to use white taxis, I got in a black one. It turned out fine though. The driver's name was Giuseppe and he gave me his card. I waited outside of Denise's apartment for about fifteen minutes. [...]

Journal Entry: One

January 13th, 2019: 1: 55 p.m. I am in the JFK airport. It is 1:55 p.m. and my flight doesn't leave until 7:46. I started a low dose of anti-depressants this week. I just split a pill in half using the pill splitter my mom gave me. The more I remind myself of reality, the more [...]

Flash Fiction: Girlhood

We rode the bus home together everyday, sharing snacks and drinking from the same water bottle. Our stop was in front of a blue-shutter-house with dead bushes. The front porch was crumbling. We walked to the end of the street together before going our separate ways.  One time, before parting, Alana made me laugh so [...]

A Cream for the Soul

I met her for lunch on a Friday afternoon in mid-April. Our table, situated near a large glass window, brought sunlight and warmth into our meal. I sat facing the window with my ankles crossed beneath the chair. My cheeks absorbed the sunlight, becoming more florid than usual. I felt the warmth move past my [...]

Remembering Abuela

Marian Veronica Moran How appropriate it was to walk into my grandmother's house on a Saturday afternoon to the radio playing Ave Maria in the living room. It was a few minutes past two o'clock. Warm, natural light filled the living room as I sat cross-legged on the rug, shuffling through images of my great-grandmother, [...]

Pollen in June

Pollen in June is summer’s snow, sticking to my sweat.   Pollen in June is a gentle snowstorm  coating the swings, the strollers, and slides.   The playground is full of mothers and their children, wearing bright cotton t-shirts and shorts, wearing sunglasses to watch the kids, wearing pollen in their hair.   A father [...]