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...