At what age does beige find you? I made it through 45 summers without it, but in my 46th, beige keeps coming home with me. Is this common, or should I worry?
June felt like a full year squeezed into 30 days. Three more days of 9-to-6, then 8 weeks off. Yellow keeps finding me. “Talia, ” I said. “How did you know? ”
“You told me with your eyes. ”
In Dubai, a young man said, “Salary isn’t enough. ”
“Work
So now what, Beirut? The dust settles, rubble is cleared, graves covered again. I’m supposed to send emails, type “I’m okay. ” But what is okay? I can be broken and grateful, angry and hopeful. Today, I’m not okay. For now, I don’t know.
Before Enzo, I chased promotions. After Enzo, I chased sunsets, museums, dinosaurs, Pokémon, and Donald Duck. He made me want to see the world through his eyes—and rediscover it through mine. Where are you going this summer?
When life gives you an island, ask for a coconut. When it gives you a coconut, ask for a straw. When it gives you a straw, ask for a mini paper umbrella.