Berlin. Yes, Berlin! You know, if you’ve even casually looked at the titles of the posts on this blog, that Berlin is a central theme in my life. From the first day I visited here, August 1, 2016, until now, I have been in love- with the city. It’s gritty and real. Everyone wears black,…
Category: Berlin
Everyone has a time before and a time after. A way to delineate how life has moved forward for them… there is no going back. There is light in that liminal space between now and then, maybe the knowledge we seek hides in the not quite real construct of time. (Maybe not.) I think the…
Another fun prompt from my Wednesday night writing group got me at least writing a little blurb for you all. Hope you enjoy a little piece of my Berlin life. *********** The short denim skirt, blue tank top with an American flag embossed but shabby on the front, and kitten-heeled sandals were proof that she…
As I thought about the theme for this Kink of the Week, I thought about the many different connotations I could bring to the topic of Exhibition that I learned from my life in Berlin. Many of you have read other posts of mine, and you know that living in Berlin was transformational, and I…
If I could say the things I feel, open my heart fully and let my mouth follow, I would say things that might scare you. You don’t like to talk about our emotions and feelings. It’s enough for you to know we check in regularly and spend time together weekly. It’s enough to know that…
I know, weird title, but stick with me here. Sometime over the past two and a half years we have been seeing each other, I have started to refer to him as a location. I tell my friends: “I’ll go to Stefan tonight.” “I went to Stefan this week.” “Well, let’s see if I’m going…
Earlier this year, I wrote a piece on Medium that was curated in Relationships called “The Evolution of a Polycule.” I thought it might be interested to write an end of the year version, updating on the last few months. Next year I might make it a monthly thing, tracking how my relationships ebb and…
Today, I start the year stewing in a sauce of sadness. 2019 begins as the year in which I leave the city of my dreams and strike out again on a semi-nomadic existence. When I left the US on January 2, 2015, four years ago, there was no way I could have imagined the adventures…
Since I left the US on January 2, 2015, I have lived in or visited more than 30 countries, close to 45 different cities. So many cities around the world, all as diverse as the people who live in them. Some of them left lasting impressions, others were just places on the map that I…