Flight

I am keeping up with the Essay-a-Day challenge, I promise. Yesterday’s essay happened in a notebook after a large glass of wine and before a very long overnight flight, so it’s not exactly ready for public consumption. Like, ever. But now I am sitting in my hotel room in Germany, looking over rooftops and trees…

Packing

Considering that I travel quite a bit, I am really, really bad at packing. But really,  the problem starts way before I put my suitcase on my bed — a week or two, sometime even a month before a trip when I start to think about where I’m going, what I’m going to be doing, and…

Melancholy

It is fitting that October would start out this way. I was hoping for a rainy day because I had enough of the half-warm, half-cool, humid days of September. I wanted sweaters and jeans and shoes — but no socks until November. That’s a rule. I was always — and assume will always be —…