When we first met, Denise told me she liked motorbikes. It was the fall of 2019 and we were discussing…
“Something good always happens when you go outside”
As November yawned to a close, my December is ushered in by holiday festivity, Christmas spirit, grey skies, and warm sweaters. It is that time of the year that I look forward to the most and the least, simultaneously.
Of all the resolutions I have ever embarked upon, this year’s was perhaps the hardest. I remember standing at the edge of a vast, brightly lit bridge in a foreign city on New Year’s Eve, cold wind whipping at my face, gently requesting myself to be kinder this year.
a review of The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
From my cozy nook at the cafe, I spy a woman writing hurriedly on what seems to be loose paper. Her brows…
“When we moved to Malmö I’d been afraid Geir and I would lose touch. That’s what distance does; when the time between…