The Wishful Drinker

On a warm, summer Sunday morning I found myself sitting cross legged on the floor of a hot yoga studio for the first time. The studio is tucked into the corner of a fairly new…

I write these words from Newark Liberty International Airport on Thanksgiving morning. The airport is flooded with wandering souls and I am sitting at a bar, an already half empty glass of sparkling white wine…

The sky is weeping – she has been for several days now. I watch the Earth turn pale and overcast as Summer takes her last breath and slips away blissfully to somewhere far and foreign,…

My latest Target run was far from the usual this week – I left the store with a shopping cart stocked full of an inordinate amount of kombucha. If you haven’t had the (dis)pleasure of…

I have spent an obscene amount of time watching TikToks over the course of the past week. I’m not proud of it – I am well aware there is life to be lived beyond these…