Robin

And so it ends? But it also doesn’t. Something ends. But I’m not sure what.  Suddenly I’m home where everything started, with the people I always come home to. I’m confused but happy. All that’s left of the past four months is the ache in my right hip from carrying my backpack lopsided.    You

A night bus to another country. A woman nudging me awake. “Did I miss my stop?” (she did). Helping her find wifi at 4 am. Bienvenue en France! A sense of ease. Femininity. The men wear scarves. Colourful ones. Bright socks too. Leather loafers with shoelaces. A bounce in a step. A glide along the

Little intimacies Scattered around and throughout Hiding in plain sight Not waiting to be found They sit on our nightstands And lie in our purses The way we like our coffee The way we brush our hair  The laughter that rushes out of us The handwriting left in our journals  Why we read a book

September 16-October 15, 2025   It’s Italy time. PRONTI, PARTENZA, VIA!   My friend (Olga) told me something along the lines that while Greece is drinking a little glass of red wine beneath an olive tree under the full moon and listening to the bouzouki, Italy is like eating pistachio gelato, in a town square,

“So what do you want to do in Greece?” someone asks.“Swim,” I respond.   Have you swum in the Greek sea? The one that glimmers like a sapphire jewel and embraces you gently, like your mom holding you after a long journey. I float on my back for hours. Was it always this easy to

My home  Is the most beautiful place on earth  The sweet blossom breeze agrees As she lifts my golden hair  I can hear the cedar trees beckoning me back  Every time I leave I can feel the daisies between my toes The seagulls gliding in the salty air  Waving at me The sparrows singing  The

I turn my phone on airplane mode and place it in the glove compartment. I’m nervous. Why am I so nervous? My dad hands me my bags. I hug him. “See you in 10 days?” I say it like a question. He looks at me amusingly, a slight unease there too. “You’re going to be