At night, in my dreams, I am terribly unfaithful to my husband. I fall asleep thinking of him and the two cheerful monsters we’ve created. But inevitably a deep, sedative sleep washes over me — the kind that feels like three glasses of wine and a vicodin. My body settles into a sweet paralysis, while…
Gergyovden: The Day of Saint George
Spring came to Bulgaria with a stutter — unexpected heat followed by a final week of snowstorms and then consistent tank top weather. If it wasn’t for the pollen creating a fine mist throughout the city, plugging up my sinuses, I would have thought spring had been skipped completely. I wouldn’t have minded if it…
Carnival: Using Costume to Explore Self and Take the Plunge Into an Open Relationship
I’m not a young woman anymore. At thirty-four, I can still manage a night out drinking, but I pay for it with two days of sloshy headaches, low energy, and a depth of shame. Dropping my phone in the toilet. Losing money. Slipping and falling in front of a crowd. Those all used to be…
When I Realized… I Liked Other Women
The memory of the first time I realized I like other women stands out vividly against a gray backdrop of my early twenties. Everything else blends together and fades with time, but she remains sharp. Clear. Unforgettable. It was one of those teasing late winter days. The sun kissed me with promises of spring, but…