“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.” ― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets Surprise! I’m still here. Still breathing, kicking, and shape-shifting my way through Berlin and the rest of Europe. Still buying time, and lives, unpacking the past, and anxiously stuffing it away again. As usual, I’ve waitedContinue reading “Ending on a high note”
Tag Archives: love
A very Berlin love story
Building a life in Berlin is the most abusive love story of my life.
Life of Jennifer
Without struggle, there is no progress. Or, my life in 2017.
Winter is dead.
Long live Spring.
Christmas in Berlin (for those of you who aren’t on Instagram)
Maybe I should try to make Christmas mean something to me now.
A Berliner Darkly
So this is what happiness feels like…
Berlin and the battle of one
I need someone to help me find the gauge on my body tuned to ‘White people with a fetish for dark meat’ and TURN IT OFF.
From Berlin with love: Achtung baby!
Don’t call it a comeback…
Epilogue:The beginning is the end is the beginning
“It’s like I just ended a 7.5 layover in Melbourne then got back on the plane.”
