Posts Tagged: love

My Special Friend

It was our third date, and things had been going well. We hadn't run out of stories to share with each other, he made me laugh, and it seemed like all our interests aligned. It just felt easy, the way they say it’s supposed to when it's right. I’d never really believed that stuff, but then there we were. June 2010. He smiled at me across the table. I smiled back. Then he put down his wine glass.

"Okay, Edith,” he said. “Now that it looks like we're going to be in a serious relationship, I have some requirements that I need to tell you about."

“Okay,” I said. “Go [...]


All I Want For Christmas Is a Heart-Shaped Island, Please

Located just 50 miles north of New York City (15 minutes by helicopter) and featuring two houses designed by famed American architect Frank Lloyd Wright, Petra Island truly must be seen to be believed.

The island itself is 11 acres in size and is situated on New York's very private Lake Mahopac. Petra Island has its own helicopter landing pad, and is of course accessible from the mainland by boat.

Two dwellings sit on the island – a 1,200-square-foot cottage, and a 5,000-square-foot main residence which is nothing short of an architectural masterpiece.

Angelina Jolie allegedly bought Brad Pitt a private, heart-shaped island on a lake [...]


The A.R. Ammons Poem That Remains Relevant to Every Situation

If you are of two minds on anything in particular today, remember: you're never alone.

One can't have it

both ways and both

ways is the only

way I want it.

-A.R. Ammons

This poem is also the epigraph to Maile Meloy's excellent short story collection.


Ask Baba Yaga: Will Lost Love Be Regained?

Previously: Why Do I Keep Getting Drunk on Weeknights?

Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She's taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at


A Particular Kind of Self-Care: To a Year of Female Friendships

Halfway into 2013, I climbed a ladder to the roof of a small white boat in the Caribbean and steadied myself against the bobbing and the salted wind while my best friend Becca did the same next to me. The air was deliciously hot, we were wobbly from a rum and juice punch called Donkey; "Diamonds" by Rihanna was blasting from a boombox. We crab-walked to the edge, grasped each others hands, counted to three and leapt into the waves below.

That moment was one of the best moments of the year, right up there with testifying while a dookie-braided Solange covered Selena on an outdoor stage in Brooklyn and [...]


Ask Baba Yaga: How Can I Stop Thinking About How It Felt to Dance Drunk With Him at Midnight?

Previously: "I'm In the Middle of a Stressful Program in a New Career Field"

Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She's taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at


Ask Baba Yaga: All I Want Is So Desperately to Be Good

Previously: "She Won't Date Me"

Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She's taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at


18 Brides in a Year

If I count events attended plus invitations received, my year in weddings tallies up at 18. I sometimes try to unload a bit of my social vertigo in regards to this figure, and people are like "Whaaaat," and I reply that I know, it's crazy, there is no good reason that someone with my lewd conversational habits should possess even 18 friends. But nonetheless 18 is the number! 18 weddings, 18 save-the-dates fluttering off the refrigerator door when I drunkenly seek my snacks. 18 clues about 36 families' pasts (the curious middle names, the mom I didn't know lived in Charleston), 18 aesthetic indicators of the present (the invitation pressed [...]


For Romance, Just Add Morphine

"Man Wakes Up From Surgery, Is Re-Introduced to His Wife."


Interview With My Mom, One Who Stayed Home

My parents have been married for 40 years, and what they modeled for my brothers and me has shaped so much of who I am. My mom, Nicole, is one of the smartest people I know. She’s also very funny. It is only now, in my thirties, that I’ve been able to fully appreciate her choices as a woman, wife, and mother and what her choices have made possible for me. When I read articles like the recent piece in New York Times Magazine on the Opt Out generation wanting to return to the workplace, I think of my mother. We were a middle class family, so her [...]