she was a 'wanderess.' thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her. – roman payne
It’s early on Thanksgiving morning on this side of the world. The sky heavy with dew and fog dancing between bare-boned branches as my record player spins in my living room. It’s high time for me to attempt a catch up as I am nearly a year behind in logging my chronicles on the internet. […]
It was instantaneous, the moment those letters screamed at me through the screen my heart dropped to my stomach and my feet were full of lead. I can’t get sick, I don’t have insurance. Please dear God, do not get sick. Shit, what about Mom and Dad? What happens if something happens with them? I […]
I had the perfect plan of this I was sure. With the negative test in my hand and a wily scheme in my head the game was on. Only a total of four people knew that I was coming, and it was to stay that way. I would arrive mid-day after a non-stop flight (where […]
It has been a while, why yes it has. Why you ask? Because COVID fatigue is a real thing. I swear it. I have been so busy trying to find some sort of balance in this ever so dizzying world I just haven’t had the time to jot things down. Here and there I will […]
This summer was nothing that I thought it was going to be when I first bought my plane ticket. It was supposed to be winding roads, traffic jams and beaches with magnificent sunsets. The salty air was supposed to wrap me like a blanket as we walked down memory lane. The soundtrack of palm trees […]
a wanderess tale 