She could remember her grandmother’s feet so clearly. She needn’t shut her eyes or employ some such other hooey “memory-inducing”… Read more Bunion Brigade
She could remember her grandmother’s feet so clearly. She needn’t shut her eyes or employ some such other hooey “memory-inducing”… Read more Bunion Brigade
Shoving her passport into the scanner for the umpteenth time despite her multiple protests to the attendant that it would… Read more Passport to Nowhere
Spending the small hours of her days vacuuming was something she had gotten used to ever since moving in with… Read more The Hairball
Humanity is foul. It really ought not to exist in places of such profound and previously unmarred beauty. But somehow,… Read more Trashballs of Positano
Reina was sure she had been born into the wrong family. Absolutely positive that some incompetent nurse had switched her… Read more If I Only Had A Cultural Upgrade
At first, sure, snorkeling was his attempt at being “zen.” To forget the stresses of the job that bound him… Read more All Snorkelers Are Urophiliacs
That patch, right there. That’s where it happened. That’s where he fucked me. That’s why this rooftop will forever be… Read more A Blemish Forever Emblazoned on the Hippocampus
On a clear day, you could see Tunisia. That was what his mother constantly boasted about despite the fact that… Read more The Passing in Pantelleria
He’d never imagined he would spend some of his final full year of being alive in Italy. The birthplace of… Read more Pisa ’89
We went to Assisi to rekindle our romance. It was my idea, not his. The decision to go there, in… Read more Flight Out of Assisi