fbpx

Winter, We Need to Talk

Dear Winter, The reds, oranges, and yellows of November are grey and blue and soft shades of brown because of you. It’s April now, and my sundresses sit in my closet still, waiting, while my sweaters stretch and move around me each day, uninterested in keeping their shape as I shrink mine. Even the cherry ...

Inventing Winter: Free Writing from the Cafe

Winter isn’t just about the cold. We layer up to protect our bodies from the cold, the wind, and the occasional flake of snow, while the world around us is stripped bare. This morning, I noticed the trees. They’re naked. Their leaves have left just as children do, and now they stand exposed, their branches ...

Without Her Diadem

Winter has come and humbled me. And if I’m being honest, it arrived months ago. I’ve just been too busy learning how to dress myself to finish this blog post. Last year’s winter seduced me, made me fall in love with the city under false pretenses: mild snow flurries, steam coming from the steam grates, ...

Browse Categories