I should be working, but I'm restless, so I'm going to take a little mind-walk, a few laps around my already fading memories of the last...

It's one of those nights where I've done a little bit of everything--watching, reading, writing, snacking--but it all still feels...

Sunday The day started with a flapping shoe: the only shoes Austin brought to Paris--a vintage pair of fur-lined boots from my Opa--were...

Friday Austin and I arrived in Paris on a Friday afternoon and hopped on a mostly empty coach bus to take us to our train station. The...

We start the hike cold: cold ears and cold arms and we walk in the shade and I stuff my fingers in my pockets and I think about mom like...

Austin was waiting for me at the airport in a white linen shirt and short robin blue shorts with a rose that matched my dress and he...