Retreat

I am going away on my first writing retreat in June. Four women writers in a cottage by the sea. A week of salty breezes and sunshine, laptops, notebooks, vodka, pens, coffee, aspirin, seafood, music, gardens, ocean view, insomnia, sunsets, back pain, storms, gossip, hyperactivity, beaches, interpretative dance, more vodka, …

A city of roller skates and Elvi

Paris is all the guidebooks say it is and more: a place where you can experience romance and adventure from the front row seat of a cafe. As we were only in town for a few days, we made a list of all the things we wanted to see. You …

Home is where… where is home?

It feels weird to be back. I didn’t so much leave my heart in San Francisco, as I left little bits and pieces of me everywhere, scattered like in a Tibetan sky burial. It has taken me days to convince my body that it is the time I tell it. …

Parking Lots

I started moving around from country to country when I was a teenager. In a lot of ways it was a great experience that taught me about people and how to adapt to different environments. On the other hand, it left me with a chronic feeling of impermanency and the …

Shuttle Bus Confessions

Yesterday was a challenging day. I spent most of it in shuttles, at airports and waiting for planes. I took a flight from NYC to Chicago that took almost as long as the flight from London. The only notable mention was my encounter with an airport shuttle driver, who feeling …

Top fave moments of my trip

I love New York. I’m having a great time and feeling inspired for the first time in months. Maybe it is the dynamic nature of the city – the hustle and bustle of not just millions of people, but traffic lights, buildings, street signs, ads, taxicabs, buses, neon, tourists: all …

Gotham

It’s 5:00 AM and I’m 41 stories above Gotham city. I’m standing on the ledge of the hotel window, pressed against the glass, my laptop raised over my head, like John Cusack in Say Anything. Except instead of Peter Gabriel, my soundtrack is provided by The The. Harmonicas, I’ve decided, …

Those Eyes

I was in Italy for a holiday and looking around, I noticed that everyone seemed to be an expert at flirting. Everyone but me. I’m not a bad flirt, but I’m better verbally and I have that quirky girl geek aspect going. But what I wouldn’t give to be able …

Poem inspired by Ronda

I am not a naturalist have never written about plants or flowers or how the sun looks o’er barley I am angles and concrete, uncalculated space and infinity I write of men made of plastic and eggplant caffeine addiction and how the perfect pair of shoes is as gorgeous as …