The Absence of X.

I spent twelve days doing nothing but coughing, and then the coughing changed. Instead of accompanying my every move (ha, move is possibly not the correct word since I was barely getting out of bed), the coughing became intermittent: a visitor, not a roommate. Its...

Bolivia.

I am thirty three years old and have not once seriously considered moving to Bolivia. It’s weird, because normally I wouldn’t even mention that. But here we are. Most women do end up moving to Bolivia. And by my age, you’re pretty much expected to...
The Fluent Self