There is a year your heart returns to when no one is asking. You may go months without thinking about it. Perhaps even years. Then a familiar song begins to play. You catch the scent of someone’s perfume as they walk past. You open an old photograph. You drive
Apparently, the internet has reached a verdict. 2016 was the last good year. Everywhere you look, people are trying to return to it. Old photographs are rescued from forgotten folders. Songs are played as though they had been waiting patiently for us to remember them. Clothes return to fashion. Old
Should My Knight Ever Enquire Should my knight ever enquire why the drawbridge is not perpetually lowered, I hope he will grant me the indulgence of an explanation before he mistakes caution for unwillingness. The tower in which I dwell was not erected in anticipation of his arrival. Nor was
The Lost Art of Saying Things Beautifully Quite by accident, I found myself wandering through letters written in another age. Not because I had been searching for them. Not because I wished to exchange electricity for candlelight, although I confess the thought possesses a certain quiet charm. I was searching
I grew up surrounded by boys. Not because I had brothers, but because our neighborhood worked differently back then. The boys who lived nearby were in and out of our house almost every day. By lunchtime someone was asking my mother what was for dinner. By afternoon they were borrowing
I asked a simple question. Or at least I thought I did. What do you do for love? Almost no one answered the question I thought I had asked. Some people thought I was asking what they currently do in their relationship. Others thought I meant the little things people
I have always been fascinated by languages. Not because I wanted to become fluent in all of them. Because every language seems to carry the personality of the people who speak it. Sometimes it isn’t even the words themselves. It’s the pauses. The expressions. The rhythm. The way
How Do You Get to Know Someone? I sometimes wonder if we’ve forgotten how to become interested in another human being. Not attracted. Not entertained. Interested. There was a time when people learned each other through stories. You knew who your neighbors were. You knew where they came from,
There was a time when my friends and I would gather for dinner, tea, or simply an evening of catching up. There was always news. Someone had started dating. Someone had gotten engaged. Someone had moved in with their boyfriend or girlfriend after only dating for a month or two.
I have been here before. Standing at the edge of something unknown, wondering whether this time life will finally surprise me in all the right ways. I know this feeling. The quiet anticipation that arrives before the morning has even opened its eyes. The hope that perhaps tomorrow will carry
If I think of you or not, must not be a question that requires an answer from me. I do. And my love waits here for you, until we meet again and again. Even though we cannot be together for now, there is a part of you in me that
Every day, another video appears. Someone has moved to Ireland, France, Spain, Portugal, or some small village most of us had never heard of before. The comments quickly fill with the same questions. Are you lonely? Do you miss your family? Do you regret it? Even the interviewers seem to