Southern Italian dreams spending summer solstices drinking too many glasses of merlot while filling pages with words. East Coast realities of undergrad and figuring out adulthood—each nostalgic poem, narrative short-story, blatant non-fiction or travel diary at a time. Shown here, mirandaevon.com.
Fantasies mimicked into stories that’ll linger in the back of your brain. That dig into the crevasses of your mind. Tiptoeing over the childish banter of why my grandmother was the woman I looked up to, but rather dive into the deep end on how she only drank whiskey sours with rum and never had a martini dry.
Read when you’ve just woken up, already on your third cup of joe and too jittery to read about ‘How to Lose Ten Pounds in Ten days’ or a dull weekend roundup from a lifestyle blogger (I’ve been guilty for those, too).
So put down the unrealistic horoscopes—you probably won’t find true love this week—and try reading a story about someone else not finding true love this week. At least this time it’s not you picking apart your life—just someone else’s.
Find your nostalgic bliss, breaking free from the blogging norm, at mirandaevon.com.