Collecting Hearts for Two
People say that we see what we want to see. I agree to a certain extent. I’m on the lookout for hearts that are often already there, carved into the concrete or painted on the wall. But other hearts are … Continue reading
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A Letter for My Husband
This post is for Ryan. We recently celebrated two years of marriage and we’re coming up on four years together. Since we met in a bar on a Friday night in San Francisco, we have fallen in love … Continue reading
Island Living
It’s not what you think. Though Chile may be geographically isolated, it’s no island. We live 90 minutes inland next to the enormous dividing wall of the Andes Mountains. I’ve written about missing water before. Namely, missing our dear Pacific … Continue reading
Found Hearts, Part II
Like I said last time, I keep seeing hearts. I continue to find them scattered about a neighborhood I’ve lived in for well over a year. Surely, most of these hearts have been here all along, painted on a … Continue reading
Found Hearts, Part I
I keep seeing hearts. I find a stone shaped like one on the sand. I step over a spray-painted pink one on the sidewalk. I notice them decorating benches. When we landed in Perú and were driving from the airport … Continue reading