I have to believe in fate. If I didn’t, I would view all of my actions as pointless. And even… Read more A Match That Was Meant
I have to believe in fate. If I didn’t, I would view all of my actions as pointless. And even… Read more A Match That Was Meant
Berlin in January–what a fantastic idea. In Margaret Cardalli’s mind, however, it was the necessary change from her pastoral existence… Read more The Limits of Friendship
“You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone,” “It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have… Read more Nothing To Lose in Toulouse
A fat blonde woman plops down on the Heathrow Express in front of me. She is disgusting, utterly unbearable to… Read more Stereotypes
Woke up, thought about New York. Trudged to the bathroom, thought about New York. Looked at my aging face in… Read more Woke Up, Thought About New York
Perhaps more than any other city, Venice feels the most bizarre to visit. Not because of its absurd setup, but… Read more Canally Speaking
You become hyper-aware of people’s emotions when you’re a frequent houseguest via the use of Airbnb. And yet, you also… Read more Get The Fuck Out (Airbnb)
The heart is for giving, but rarely forgiving. Especially when betrayed. But the thought of being deceived in love was… Read more The Heart is For/Giving
The death of love between two people can occur in an instant. But the love doesn’t fully dissipate until the… Read more Céline at René’s Funeral
Like most locales dependent upon seasonal tourism, there is a certain sadness to Sorrento in the winter. Its desolation is… Read more The Sorrows of Sorrento