Theresa Braun

Wordsmith on the run. Paris | New York


We’ll Never Have Paris


The city was burning under the sun and beneath the microscope of my scrutiny. We shouldn’t have been tourists. The skin beneath my collarbone shouldn’t have been bright…


Roam Sweet Roam


Where I’m from depends on where I happen to be.

In Paris, I’m from New York (which is convenient, since “United States” and “New York” are more or less…


Water Wings


I. Mistake


The sky didn’t fit quite right that day. It was an exhausted gray-blue, worn and sagging in places, crumpled around the edges. Whereas below…


We’ll Never Have Paris


The city was burning under the sun and beneath the microscope of my scrutiny. We shouldn’t have been tourists. The skin beneath my collarbone shouldn’t have been bright…


An American’t In Paris

Darth Vader Thinks You’re More Than Okay


When a young man in a Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back t-shirt tells you not to loathe yourself for…


Pick Up Pieces As You Go

Heart is where the home is. 


When I was a sophomore in high school, I spent most afternoons on CollegeBoard.org, reading articles, comparing…


On Not Being Wise


“People search for certainty. But there is no certainty. People are terrified – how can you live and not know? It is not odd at all. You only think…

Living in a Parallel Universe


One summer afternoon last year, I was sitting with a friend in overcast Bryant Park, carrying on a lazy conversation while anticipating the sky opening up to…