Don’t Panic

I can be pretty shy about asking people for help sometimes, but on Friday, I talked to anyone and everyone that would give me the time of day. My bus arrived in Milan around 7pm, and I had planned to meet three friends who were already in the city. My phone wasn’t working properly and … More Don’t Panic

Enchanté

On the first day of French class in 6th grade, I learned one of my favorite words: enchanté. I have hardly used it since then, although I have been saying it a lot over the past few weeks. The words means “nice to meet you.” Here are some of the people I’ve met recently, and … More Enchanté

In a new home

Salut! I am spending the semester living in Nice, France and studying at SKEMA Business School. So far, I am absolutely loving it here– from the culture to the food to the people. It’s been pretty easy to adjust to life in Nice, although there are some minor things that have surprised me. Here is … More In a new home

Les Papillons

Darling I’ll never stop admiring your strength We had to cry for you because you never did Dad was concerned by how you chose to cope Now you’re running careless as if you’ve never known pain My dear you’ve already encountered the worst of the caterpillars and now you can know butterflies   Adults have … More Les Papillons

Quiet

You know better than anyone I’m not myself when I’m quiet Sometimes I run but never out of words Though lately I’ve been at a loss for what to say Should I tell you about the man in the stained grey sweatshirt reaching into a Park Avenue trash can to sip from two lidded coffee … More Quiet

Health

Mom keeps asking what I’m eating Not what’s eating me Dad wants to know how my grades are Not how I am I run on protein, fruit, leafy greens, grains, nuts, coffee My body is strong but my sanity is slipping through the tear in my pocket I haven’t had time to fix I can’t sleep but … More Health

Therapy

Sacrificing sleep to fill my brain Can’t find shelter in my head I feel my intelligence is questioned when multiple choice is involved The only solace lies in the tip of my gold pen and the ink spilling a jumbled mess of English and French After too many words on too many pages, There’s not … More Therapy