Namaste blah-g tribe
Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I don’t really say that often, good days, maybe – best days? Not so much.
My best day involved a 24-hour stint with the apparent love of my life; wandering around Manhattan, feeding each other dark chocolate, watching hours pass from park benches and swapping secrets in international ways.
My favorite part of the day was in my midtown abode, roped in braids of sweat, being serenaded in Italian. That was without a doubt one of my ultimate, “Holy shit, is this actually my life?” moments. Continue reading
Namaste blah-g family
I’ve been back in the U.S.A for a hot second. Tahiti was beyond relaxing. I split my time between sun bathing, champagne sipping and speaking to the most beautiful man I have encountered – in various languages.
When I returned to my Manhattan abode, I deleted another round of social media profiles. It felt good, outside of this circle… I don’t really feel like talking to anyone.
Besides him, of course… Continue reading
mi ha baciata
ho lampeggiato. aprire.
5 del mattino. all’alba. Continue reading
Out of all the jokes I crack about being a shit girlfriend but an amazing wife, there’s certainly some truth to it.
Early in my writing career, I had a very brilliant mentor – a lovely Australian man around 70 years old back then. When he introduced me to people, he would say “Meet Gretchen, she’s hard and fast.” Continue reading
Tahiti is everything I needed. Even though I had a nervous breakdown about it like 72 hours ago…
Meanwhile, I have fallen madly in love with an Italian luthier. I don’t even have anything to say about it. I mean, I have everything to say about it – but it’s a new shade of sacred to me.
Sacred, in my life, tends to involve secrets. So I probably won’t talk too much about him in these parts. But put short, he builds double basses and sends me Chopin songs. I’m not sure what I could possibly follow that up with… Continue reading