Friends with Wings

It’s my first day back in Bucharest and the city smells like linden blossoms. Linden blossoms, honeysuckle, and overripe mulberries. Like me, the city has a hint of something that is too much, and like me, it treats its excesses and neuroses with humor. We resonate with each other in this way. I felt immediatelyContinue reading “Friends with Wings”

In Which I’m Happy to Be Here

And then, though the jet lag hasn’t completely faded, I remembered many of the reasons why I’m so happy to be here, why I always choose to return. I also bought a fabulous red dress I might wear for my solo show. And I discovered the best surprise of all: in my favorite horchata place,Continue reading “In Which I’m Happy to Be Here”