Onna, Italy, 2009. While roaming around all alone, I found myself jolted from the ground beneath me, vibrating through the air violently. On the way back down though, in the most unearthly of ways, the earth around me lit up. Giant, vibrant orbs of every shade of every color I’ve ever encountered in this life …

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Hidden deep within the crevices of my body is a small sliver of my being I let you dwell. I vowed to never let it grow again, so each year-each day, the section of me that’s you gets smaller.  It gets smaller, but never small enough. That little part of you in me attacks every ounce …

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“In the end the guys hand gets chopped off.” “So?” “What do you mean, “so?” The guy doesn’t have a hand anymore.” “Sure it’s sad, but it’s not tragic or anything.” “Well, then how do you propose I end the story, Shakespeare?” “End it the same-just add another layer to it. Wow, surprised you even …

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The technology of this generation is, at times, unsettling. Apple culture. Tablets. Apps. It’s all kind of weird, but completely commonplace. We’ve fully accepted these things as not only normal (this, of course, is the natural progression) but constantly desired. We want these things to encompass every aspect of our lives. Our technology doesn’t have a …

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If Regina George from Tina Fey’s classic Mean Girls were a city, she would be London. There are a myriad of reasons why, but I will delve into them later. For now let’s go with the obvious. Regina, of course, means Queen in Latin, Italian, and Romanian. Regina is the Queen Bee of the Plastics …

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The day of that party I walked up the stairs to your apartment, and a fourth of the way up it dawned on me the stairwell was unfamiliar to me. I couldn’t remember how many steps there were, or how to navigate them in the dark-something I easily mastered many drunken nights before. When I reached the top, …

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If you never thought the words “necrophilia” and “gorgeous” could be in the same sentence, you haven’t seen “Persefone” yet. An official selection of the 26th annual New Orleans Film Festival, I had the honor of attending the screening a few weeks ago with the director, (e mia amica nuova), Grazia Tricarico. Although only about fifteen minutes …

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