Le sac, c’est moi.

Over the past year or so I've developed a new-found appreciation of books of essays. I think it all began with Marina Keegan's The Opposite of Loneliness, which sent me down a rabbit hole of pleasing, concisely written discourses on everything from the tyranny of possessions (E.B. White) to litter picking (David Sedaris). The joy [...]

On love, and loss, and London

This week I finally told my husband about the affair I’ve been having. It’s been going on for about ten years now; it started before we met and while I had thought it may lose its fiery passion over the years, the feelings have become deeper, more profound and harder to shake. I’ve been waking [...]