One Week in Barcelona

One Week in Barcelona

Here we are again: Another Sunday afternoon sitting in front of the open door of my balcony, watching the latest batch of laundry flutter and listening to the sounds of life outside and writing. As should any journey, my first week in Barcelona brought some surprises...
Let’s Pretend We’re Dancing in the Street

Let’s Pretend We’re Dancing in the Street

I’ve been in Barcelona for less than seven hours, and already I have slung my laundry from the clothes lines that decorate this city, that make it clear even from a cab’s-eye view that we’re definitely not in America. Already I have fumbled my way,...
Write Hard and Clear About What Hurts

Write Hard and Clear About What Hurts

Hey all. For the record, we weathered the storm much better than I could have expected — although we were without power for a full five days, which, in a word, sucked. But all told, not getting blown away (or flooded, or crushed, or) was a great birthday...
On 28 and Not Blowing Away

On 28 and Not Blowing Away

I had a whole birthday blog post planned out, wherein I’d reflect on what I’ve learned, lost, gained and gleaned this year — a bit like what I did last year at 27. I wanted to talk about how I (finally, finally) got out of the most toxic relationship...
You Never Know What You’re Gonna Get

You Never Know What You’re Gonna Get

I took a miniature tour of the south to see the solar eclipse, exploring Savannah before situating myself under the path of totalilty in Charleston. There, for a little less than two minutes and despite worrisome cloud cover, I witnessed the moon block out the sun....