Crisp

It was a crisp evening. Rain flooded the dark streets and reflected the colored street lights. The night was fresh, the air was chilled, everything was new. The memories flooded in as I walked in the streets my work filled mornings used to occupy. I was ready for a...

The Honeymoon Phase is Over.

It was Friday afternoon in Bushwick. I was on Bumble swiping on new faces while mentally preparing myself for a date with a mysterious filmmaker from a Greek island. Wearing a long skirt and top exposing my new chest tattoo, I walked into my favorite cafe...

24/7

Let’s talk about these crowded trains, 3:45 AM alarms, coworkers who have been overdue for a vacation for 5 years, coffee that costs $5, skipping your lunch break, 11 hour overnight shifts, + men with beards telling me how to style bras with lace thongs. I...