Category: Bad Luck & Misfortune

I froze. The sound of the glass shaker hitting the linoleum table was loud, but the sound of the salt…

I remember sitting in a small, dimly lit bistro in 2011, laughing at my grandmother’s warnings while I cracked open…

I used to be the person who hurried out of the house, leaving every internal door ajar, thinking it was…

I remember sitting at a small, rickety table in a back-alley trattoria in Trastevere, the air thick with the scent…

I remember the day I realized my favorite ring was working against me. The air in my small studio felt…

I am standing in line at a tiny bodega in Queens, the air smelling of toasted sesame and over-roasted coffee,…

I was standing in the middle of a rain-slicked street in Rome, my suitcase handle snapped, and my socks were…

I stood in the center of the Terminal 3 arrivals hall, the smell of burnt coffee and jet fuel hanging…

I stood in the middle of Terminal 4, watching my suitcase leak a strange, neon-blue liquid onto the polished floor…

I stood there at the luggage carousel in Terminal 3, watching the black bags circle like vultures, and I just…