I crack open the lid of another card board box and almost jump back at the sight of what’s inside. There’s a yellow film of mold covering two beautifully hand carved bowls…
Browsing Tag
transition
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I’m leaving. Tomorrow. I’m packing two bags and heading South. After circumventing the globe for the last fourteen months, moving comes naturally and easily to me. But this is different. I’m boarding…
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I’m sitting in a diner booth, third cup of coffee in front of me, my sister across the table, my Dad beside me. I’m shivering. It’s 80 degrees outside but inside the…
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The runway is dark and the air is heavy with humidity. In the last twenty-four hours I’ve transited through five airports, three countries, and spent seventeen hours in the air with my…
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I’m finding it difficult to write anything right now. I haven’t been on Twitter, or Facebook, or anything resembling social media. I’ve been listening to the same Rhianna song on repeat for…
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I’m starting to feel very insecure. My clothes are missing. They’re just gone. Not even one smelly sock remains. Suddenly I’m in the front of the room with everyone staring. There are…