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...

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...

I've been holding off on writing until a cloudy day, because I know we're owed many weeks and months' worth of bottomless grey, and...

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

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...

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...