like family jewels

Place me like a seal over your arm. I wear Mimi’s gold monogram on my ring finger. Don’t let mercy and truth forsake you, bind them around your neck. And Grandma’s Tibetan lapis beads… Continue reading →

Yes to Maastricht

As a recovering perfectionist, believe me when I tell you that sometimes you need a little jolt of indulgence. Even when your will is balking and you don’t feel you’ve done enough to… Continue reading →

of noise and nooks

I feed on white noise. In fact, I sleep deepest with a clackety fan blowing by my head. I can hole away in the back of a coffee shop, focusing through the hum… Continue reading →

of Liverpool, or four hard days’ nights

Liverpool. City of big hair, orange tans, thick Scouse accents. City of my sweet friend Maia, who has none of those things. We spent a four-day weekend alternately braving the city and retreating… Continue reading →