Grace for the road


The rain splattered hard against the window. Just didn’t seem right for the desert. I rolled the legs of my soaked jeans down and noticed the damp marks my feet were leaving on the tile floor. My friend laughed at me and clicked her tongue, the cultural sign of disapproval here. Kind of like a “girl, what were you thinking?” It hadn’t rained since I arrived, and they’re just as unequipped for… Read More

I look back on that day, and I think there’s only one thing she could’ve thought. Lunatic. There I was, fingers buried up to the knuckles in my little bedroom’s fairly industrial carpet, tears forming a river formidable enough to make Justin Timberlake proud. Meredith was standing in the hall, and her eyes were huge. She was unpacking her suitcases. She was new to England. I wondered if she was taking in… Read More