The first step from the beach into the ocean always gives me goosebumps. There's always a deep tug in my heart, a longing so primal it could be a childhood memory or a feeling on its own, the need to be by the water. To think of it, imagine the sound of the waves, remember … Continue reading Minutiae

Ferry on

Have you even been so hungover on a ferry you weren't even supposed to be in (because you hopelessly watched the first one sail away) that little kids ask their parent if you're sick or dying? I have. I'm a sucker for all modes of transportation, so I'll try any and all ways to get … Continue reading Ferry on


I've come to call a few different places "home" in the past few years. The town where I was an exchange student for a year. The town where I go to school. The city I moved to for an internship. My sister's place in London. The vacation spot in Rio. People always ask me if … Continue reading Home


"She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she'd rush away again." Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss In The Dark