In the cold fluorescent light of the bathroom at my downtown office, I grinned at myself in the mirror like a fool. You are a fucking…
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In the cold fluorescent light of the bathroom at my downtown office, I grinned at myself in the mirror like a fool. You are a fucking…
As I reached the tiny tea-light candle out to the flame of one of the hundreds already dancing on the small metal structure, I held…
Ciao, tutti! I’ve been in Italy for about two and a half weeks now, and I figured it was time for an update. I’m hoarding…
I like to think I’m considered to be pretty flexible among my friends. I can usually be convinced to meet up anywhere, to do almost…
“So you’re not writing at all about this wedding and your feelings about it?” My therapist looks at me like I’ve just admitted to stopping…
Last week marked exactly a year that I’ve been back in the States, and although I adore San Francisco and being home has been good…