Whenever I think that I've had my "best city yet" moment another one comes along to surprise me. I started off the week by visiting Riccione. Though the day was hardly perfect beach weather, I saw a snippet of what the saying, "life's a beach," meant on this side of Italy. Riccione is by far… Continue reading Riccione: A Touristic Paradise
Love tastes like a snowflake gently landing on soft lips. Like the kiss shared in the midst of a thunderstorm. Pineapple flavored tongues exploring every crevice. Love is the taste of two souls interweaving for the first time.
We asked: When will we be free? Massah responded by inflicting Wounds that shredded our backs. The first strike crackled loud enough to make the earth tremble. The next twelve paled in comparison. We no longer existed. In due time, we thought to console ourselves. We asked: When will we be equal? They responded:… Continue reading In Due Time
I am a liar. I lie with a smile plastered on my face when the world is crumbling around me. I lie to ease the pain of strangers just to witness a glimpse of hope on their faces. I lie to erase the guilt of loved ones who neglect me during my dark times. I have… Continue reading Liar
I guess this technically should've been my first post. Similar to the way novels start in the middle of the story, this would've been the first chapter of my life. Before arriving to Italy, I was clueless at to what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted this new stage in my life… Continue reading Welcome to Italy
For as long as I can remember I regarded Jamaica Kincaid as one of my favorite authors. However, I had the horrific realization that I couldn't remember any of her works; I couldn't associate a specific element of literature with her. All I knew for sure was her name sounded like poetry and she is… Continue reading “Annie John” by Jamaica Kincaid