I pass Oma's neighbor today in the stairwell. I didn't realize she ever left her apartment without medical transport, but there she was,...

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...