Photo by Stinglehammer, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Travelogue 1: A tropical girl’s month in Scotland (and England) It’s summertime, they said. / Damn, it was cold. / I tried tomato soup— / blargh, never again. // I needed to smoke. // My cousin...
Photo by Prosthetic Head – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0 At almost 22 years old, I still hadn’t had a real boyfriend. My love life up to that point consisted of unrequited crushes, celebrity obsessions, and a few random hook-ups, my virginity zapped by a guy who’d told...
Photo by Brian Benson About a decade ago, when I was as directionless and angsty and heartbroken as I’ve ever been, I went on a boat ride with two of my best friends, Galen and Reid. I call it a “boat ride” because if I say it was a trip down the Mississippi, you’ll...
Runner1928 via Wikimedia Commons. License:CC BY-SA 3.0 Photo: Runner1928, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons I have no words for the strangeness I sawthat day in the lake or the monstroussadness it rose in me. What I know is after Iheard the sigh of a splash, two...
Photo: AlexiusHoratius, CC BY-SA 4.0 , via Wikimedia Commons Dawn in Poughkeepsie should not be underestimated. When you come from a place that is no place in particular, you don’t own the pen that writes towns off. I was not granted Brooklyn’s dry wit or Santa Fe’s...
