I want to write, because it's been one of those weeks where a million things happened, like candy tumbling from broken papier-mâché, and...

I've been waking before 7 am. The birds sing through the open bathroom window, the fresh morning air tumbles in. I look forward to each...

For months I didn’t feel like writing, but time always rebalances me, encourages me to check back in. I was convinced I’d lose all the...

Oma inhales, now………and now………….and now………………….and now. Her eyes are all brown, pinpoint black irises. Slack eyelids toward the window:...

In Berlin my last two weeks, I showed Austin the midnight trains, the potato place, the Spandau gym, the apartment that plagued me with...

Wednesday: We woke up to pouring rain, which made it a perfect day for visiting the Zeppelin museum; it's crazy how many...

Monday I decided I wanted to try to get into a doctor Monday morning (before Doug and I took our road trip outside of the main city)...

The church bells I'll remember the most, the way they ring and ring in the morning and not on-beat, like you can really imagine someone...

The first full day of Munich, I'm writing now in short sentences just so I can get something down before all the weeks pass and months...

Schöne Grüße an Mama. To the man who always made sure we were well-fed, well-traveled, and looked after even as he lay dying. If you need...

On Saturday morning, I recycled empty plastic bottles at Havelpark that I’d been collecting for weeks. They vibrated in Oma’s basket on...

I have that kind of soul and body and mind restlessness where I keep erasing this first sentence because I want to start with a bang, to...

I'm at the bus stop Waiting for five after nine For gym and best friend (Sara's getting me to think in haikus.) On Wednesday I visited...

le week-end passé And here again, so many days have passed. I’m standing outside on the train platform in the heavenly sun, wearing just...

I feel like it's been so long since I've blogged that I don't even know what to say, how to write, how to think. But it's only been a...

On Friday night I sat for twenty minutes on what felt like a brand new, well-lit SBahn, texting Austin about all the faces and the...

On Thursday l got a facial at a wonderful spa in the bustling Mitte district. I left an hour and a half early for the appointment and...

I spent Sunday at Oma's house, passing the time from one AirBnB to the next. For one of the first times since being here, her apartment...

It's gray and drizzly and I hear the street, the tires catching the rain. The tree branches are full of big water droplets that don't...

The insomnia at this gorgeous AirBnB has been brutal, the piercing rush of traffic that cuts through the white noise on my phone, that...