Letters To Whoever Comes Next
Sassy monologues from the edge of breakdowns and breakthroughs
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Polenta, gossip, and the smell of home
I’ve been around. Over forty countries and a lifetime of airports, but there’s still no place like home in summer. Not the lemon-scented Italy of films. Not the chaotic postcards of Rome, Florence, or Venice. I mean the part no one talks about. The one most don’t even know exists. And maybe that’s part of […]
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Notes from seat 20a: A woman in transit
I fly often. Too often. And I always write mid-air—perhaps because it’s the only moment I’m suspended from everything: gravity, timelines, expectations. Back in 2016, when I first started flying regularly, my writings were painfully romantic. Not Disney-roses-and-happy-endings romantic, but gothic romantic. Think The Nightmare by Henry Fuseli—I was the woman lying limp under a […]
