Lauren CostelloMy First Full Day in Chicago, ILI took the red line downtown to get my blood drawn and decided to walk the three miles back north to Lincoln Park afterward. I had barely…Jun 7, 2019Jun 7, 2019
Lauren CostelloWhy Bad Tex-Mex and June Bugs Remind Me of DeathWorking at Fred’s Mexican Cafe was my first exposure to beer-soaked, tip-fueled, after-hour microcosm known as “The Industry.” I was only…Mar 14, 2018Mar 14, 2018
Lauren CostelloReflecting on Living in San Francisco in My Early TwentiesThere were all these early mornings and it would still be dark out. The moon high, even. I’d pound on the pedals of my bike downhill to get…Jan 17, 2018Jan 17, 2018
Lauren CostelloThe Inability to Recognize Oneself within One’s Own MemoriesI am certainly guilty of living in the past, of inserting myself into a particular moment that may not have felt particularly meaningful at…Jan 17, 2018Jan 17, 2018
Lauren CostelloWhy Do We Pine for Painful Times?It really hit me today- the danger that comes with wanting to be somewhere else. I seem to be in a perpetual state of wistfulness, though…Jan 17, 2018Jan 17, 2018
Lauren CostelloSalinasThe ghost of my grandfather still lives in that old house, I think. The spacious one-story my Oma still lives in, though the whole family…May 31, 2017May 31, 2017
Lauren CostelloWhen Love Feels StaleI always figured that a stale love is not a true love- that love should always feel inspiring and invigorating. Never something that falls…Apr 20, 2017Apr 20, 2017
Lauren CostelloWhen You’re Young the Day of the Week Doesn’t MatterDusk in the summertime. When the air is still warm and everything has a golden hue. The features of the people around me grow darker, their…Apr 12, 2017Apr 12, 2017
Lauren CostelloWhy Do We Self-Destruct?I spent the better part of my morning googling “self-destructive behavior,” trying to understand why I consistently behave in ways that are…Jan 20, 20171Jan 20, 20171