Germany
Only in Munich do I miss my mother
I place my cup of tea down on the coffee table, careful to put it on a coaster. “Do you want sugar?” Nana shouts from the kitchen, a little louder…
Grace, If You’re Reading This, You Owe Us a Fucking Beer
“Prost!” Our steins clunk; beer spills over the side and splashes onto my cheap 50-euro dirndl — but I’m too sloppy to notice. It’s Oktoberfest in Munich and I’m about…
This is Home — For Now
Fresh off the plane, a trail across the world left on the maps, I walk through the picturesque German town I have chosen as the location for my future stories.…
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