First summer morning, Sydney

Nights with my darling Aussie sister and her boy are too precious for angst, and no one should drink sparkling wine unhappily, but so it was. Too much wine with too much sadness. I cried so hard and long that the neighbors complained. Upon waking (full of shame, empty of energy), I reached for my phone to see via camera what the state of the previous day's eyeliner was —



December 2012.