Essays

San Francisco's marine layers can meet universal sensations in the most happenstance, poetic moments. The drink sweats as you hum on about three weeks spent in France; Paris, to be exact — a city bathed in passion and fondness San Francisco starts to vanish beneath the fog I notice looking out that window off Castro Street   My eyes return to your dimples, cavernous; I want to see myself getting lost in them how my face would fold into yours; the way butterfly wings meet one another come warm summer days atop bluebonnet fields   All I can think about is how the one before you met me in a chrysalis — spinning each other into madness, clung together by conversations that left my thumbs aching; my lips wet with one too many gin and s...

For those in a state of singledom, Valentine's Day can be hard — but that's not to say you can't show yourself a healthy dose of self-love. Hey babe, I know today, February 14, is a rucksack of mixed feelings — a wicker tote crammed with emotions that oscillate between varying states of fluidity. The insistent push ads on Instagram double as both sources of nausea and nostalgia. Twitter is flapping with threaded odes to loved ones, past or present (or deceased), where sights of clinking champagne glasses ring in your heart like excited smoke alarms. You’ve also been busy. You’ve also been stressed. You’ve also been overthinking. You’ve been defining what it means to be a content human being in this time on planet Earth, too. You’ve also been living through a global health crisis that’s n...