I had walked around the streets of Paris for what felt like at least 30 miles before I gave in and bought a ticket for a red double-decker “hop on-hop off” bus. it was a bold move for someone who admittedly would rather slit her wrists and bleed out slowly than to take in a […]Read more "that time I hated Paris"
it’s her own fault. she put him there, up on that pedestal. the same pedestal he uses to climb up so he can look down on her. to yell at her. to make her feel like a child. she feels defenseless and worthless. and it’s her own fault, building him up that way. giving him that position. backing […]Read more "soar"
my husband left me. not for good. at least I don’t think so. he’s supposed to be back in five days or so. sometimes I lose track, to be honest. he comes and goes. it’s all good. because I’ve come to realize that I really like the me that emerges when he goes away. I ease […]Read more "I like the person I am when he leaves me"
“I want to tell you about something I saw the other day,” she told him. “something that reminded me of you.” so she fell straight into the story, start to finish. it wasn’t a long story, and she was doing just fine, even though she felt herself taking deeper breaths as she neared the end. […]Read more "how do you love?"
I always thought it was neat that both of my sets of grandparents lived at the end of a dead-end road. I’m not sure it means anything really. it’s just a fun fact about my family. we come from dead-end roads. not the same dead-end road, because that would just be weird. the roads are […]Read more "dead ends"
it occurred to me today that I could die and very few people would know much about me. it came to me just now, while in the bathtub, actually. I quickly got out of the water, barely toweled off and came downstairs to write. first, I stopped at the window, still wearing only a light-blue […]Read more "sweating it out"
I’ve been known to overshare. I sometimes don’t know when to stop. but I want to tell you something. promise me it’s OK. promise me it won’t change anything. but I believe this to be true: everyday, a new story begins. sometimes my story is filled with love and joy and laughter and adventure. those […]Read more "psst."
“it’s a crime to falsify this ballot” for me, “it’s a crime to falsify your beliefs.” disclaimer: I never voted until adulthood. I never even registered to vote until after college. I hated talking about politics for fear I’d not be able to keep up with the conversation, that I’d offend someone, that I’d say […]Read more "that is all"
Uganda countryside so I continue to ask myself how I came to be the person I am today. part of my journey from there to here has taken me to other continents, other countries, seemingly other worlds. I know this has helped shape my feelings, my opinions, my entire world. traveling opens the window to […]Read more "change of view"
Geneva, Switzerland my mom still teases me that I was the little girl who was nervous and scared of everything. she likes to remind me (and tell others) that I was the little girl who wouldn’t even hang from her knees, upside-down on the playset in our backyard. and yes, I was nervous about some […]Read more "adventure time"