I still remember those biting, crystalline mornings back in Vermont, standing on my porch with a steaming mug of tea,…
I was sitting on my fire escape the other night, sorting through a mountain of old pasta sauce jars I’d…
I was staring at my leaning, particle-board bookshelf last Tuesday, watching a single hardcover book slowly cause the entire side…
I remember standing in my tiny apartment kitchen last spring, surrounded by a mountain of single-use plastic plates and feeling…
I was standing in my tiny kitchen the other morning, staring down a drawer full of tangled charging cables and…
I was sitting in my favorite little corner cafe last Tuesday, staring at a receipt that felt more like a…
I still remember my first month in the city, sitting on a cold fire escape with a lukewarm coffee, staring…
I remember sitting on my fire escape last Tuesday, nursing a lukewarm coffee and watching the sunset hit the brickwork…
I remember sitting in my tiny studio apartment three years ago, staring at a mountain of empty mason jars and…
I was sitting on my fire escape the other evening, nursing a cup of herbal tea and sorting through a…