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
Stumbling off the steps of the bus I nearly sprinted across the school in just enough time to slip into an über which whisked us to my apartment. I swapped teacher wear for weekend costumes and we were on our way again. All aboard the train and finding our place in the beer cart it […]
The first weeks of school rushed by just as a summer storm darts through the atmosphere. It arrived quickly, unforgiving and was bathed in glory. Students feet created thunderous echoes that bounced off the hallway walls, laughter and reminiscing swirled through the air reconnecting friends and creating new pathways. If you blinked once you might […]
The time difference slapped me in the face with such vigor it seemed personal. California seemingly reached half way across the world to ensure I felt the pain of leaving her. And sure as shit I did. I was wildly unprepared to take on the heat that was swallowing Warsaw whole when I arrived. The […]
I had pictured this day in my mind for many moons, prepared for a rocky take off I was astonished at how I moved through the moments with ease. Although nerves twisted through my veins violently my heart remained calm. My goodbyes were hitting deep and the feeling of missing my family had already begun. Tears […]
July slipped through my hands much like water rushes through our fingers. It was impossible to catch it or collect it in an attempt slow the process. All one could do was watch the memories fuse together meshing into a kaleidoscope of laughter, smiles and beer stained afternoons. A weekend in Arrowhead spent with some […]
a wanderess tale 