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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....