The Homeless of D.C.

This is part of a series of posts on observations and people I meet in D.C. While based on actual events, it is a creative writing exercise and not 100 percent accurate. They’re the real residents of D.C., always present, always ignored. She sits in her wheelchair and jams out to headphones in the middle…

Why people should(n’t) move to D.C.

Why people don’t move to D.C. To find the love of their life. Everyone here is so caught up in their own success and your random Tinder dates will consist of you both bragging about how awesome you are while secretly hating how successful the other person is. To become sober. Being an alcoholic is…

Yoga with a dash of trumpets

This is part of a series of posts on observations and people I meet in D.C. While based on actual events, it is a creative writing exercise and not 100 percent accurate. They rise and fall in unison, an athletic tribute to the drums and horns blasting 10 feet away. Most are women- tight pants, plain…