Unfaithful

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…

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…