Rembrandt’s Bed

Ronnie can hear the spokes on her bike whistling as she breezes past canal Zwanenburgwal. A fine mist hangs over the city, and the cold bites at her bare hands. With one hand on her handlebars, she breathes hot air onto the other. When she switches hands to warm the other, her wheels makes a … More Rembrandt’s Bed

Show Me Everything

Keira’s stomach flipped as her feet slid a few inches, her arms splayed out for balance.

“Thanks,” she grumbled to the fellow student who stopped to help pick up the scattered contents of her black portfolio. The person, or possibly monster, it was hard to tell under the bundle of winter clothes, nodded and continued on their hunched trek. … More Show Me Everything

Cold Hearted Bitch

I had never considered dumping a full $6 steamy cappuccino on a total stranger before, but when the young couple in the window leaned in for another kiss, I deeply considered it. On the day I’m supposed to dump Abe the vulgarity of their affection is an affront. Bouncing my leg, I glance at my watch again … More Cold Hearted Bitch

Book Review: The Secret History of the Mongol Queens

 The Secret History of the Mongol Queens by Jack Weatherford is not for readers vaguely interested in imperial Mongol history; rather, it is for those seeking depth and breadth sprinkled with colorfully meaningful anecdote. Weatherford weaves Mongol lore and legend between fact and figures to illustrate the mysterious world of Mongol women. As non-fiction the book … More Book Review: The Secret History of the Mongol Queens

The Fig Tree

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked…I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which … More The Fig Tree