Various essays inspired by deliciously mundane moments had while wandering through the world.
Everyday Wanderings
It’s a funny thing, living in a tourist area. When we first moved here, in 2015, I loved it. The beach is a five-minute walk away and every Sunday, a fresh batch of tourists would arrive at the surrounding hotels, elated to finally be in paradise. It gave
Everyday Wanderings
I chose the song as I was washing dishes on a late Monday morning, feeling a little displaced in a moment of liminal time between a life I had not yet finished and a life I was about to begin. How many lives can I live at once, I wonder.
Everyday Wanderings
It's Mother's Day. I realized not long ago that I never really called anyone mother when I was younger. Not mom or mama or mommy, either. It feels weird to call myself a mother and when I let myself stop and think about it, it still
Everyday Wanderings
It’s late on a Sunday evening and I feel like I’m rejoining the world after having been…elsewhere…for the weekend. You see, I’m fairly risk-averse on the whole, except when I’m not, and when I’m not, it’s usually because my metaphorical feet