An Ode to White Tops

The advent of cold weather is marked by two things— the chafing from boots that starts my heel blisters (a winter mainstay) and apple picking season (as soon as it gets even a little chilly, everyone runs off to the orchards in assorted flannel). Now that both of those things has happened, it’s safe to…

Chapter Twenty-Two

My parents always said that I was “mature” for my age, which now, looking back, may have been their way of expressing relief that I was fairly easy to manage as a child. Over the summer, I asked my mother to bring me some knitting things from my old stash, and she was very amused…

clouds at sunrise

Trying to Feel Okay About Growing Up

I have lived my life for the past eighteen years according to the familiar rhythm of the school year. Semesters and midterms and breaks formed my notion of time, and I was always working toward something specific, be it a diploma, certification, or award. My academic life has shaped my perception not only of the…

Madrid, Spain

In true last-semester senior style, I turned in my final projects early and spent exams week in Madrid instead of in the library. I’d like to think we went around Spain the Spanish way— leisurely, with afternoon naps and little bites to eat here and there. Some say that Madrid can be done in 3-4…

Revisiting the Bay Area

Although I don’t usually do much besides spend time at home with family when I’m in California, Chris came to visit this spring break, so we decided to explore a little. It’s been a while since I’ve lived full-time in the Bay Area, and to be quite honest, I really don’t know the area well.…

bags of beans

Red Bean Soup

Mother found a lump on the side of her head today, above her ear. She showed Anita in the car, as they waited for Susie to finish her piano lesson, pulling her hand to it like she had eight years before, but now it was to her head instead of to a breast long gone.…