“Chicago honors a saint: Patrick. But unlike the San Giovanni Festival honoring John the Baptist, St. Patrick’s Day is less about the saint, and more about dyeing everything green--hair, beer, the Chicago River--watching the parade take over the city, and… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“I’m Darren, and this is Nina,” he says to me when she stops next to him. Nina looks me over. “Hi.” Her tone is… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Pistachio?” Sure, this place doesn’t have as many options as Della Palma, but there are at least twenty, the rest of them all a… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Just the idea of seeing the ruins of Pompeii in person makes me ache deep inside. Then there’s Darren, no longer off limits. When… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“You try this before?” he asks. I shake my head. I’ve had versions of it back home, but the sight and aroma of this… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“I stare at his relaxed face, pale in the dim light. Nearly asleep, he looks vulnerable. Like I could tell him anything I wanted… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“ Ciao, Bruno! ” someone calls from a boat puttering slowly into the marina. A hard line sets Bruno’s jaw for a split second… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“ Benvenuta a la Via dell’Amore,” he says, poking a bright pink lock with Ashlee + Jake written on it in white paint. “What… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Do you want me to get your back for you?” Cringe. “No, I’m fine.” “Okay, then could you get mine? I don’t really want… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“There’s nothing else inside the envelope. I turn the photo over and we read the note on the back written in small, careful handwriting.… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“ Goals update: Don’t get arrested Don’t make a fool out of myself in public--FAILED Get my picture taken at the… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“I think I may cool off in the water for a few minutes. Do you want to come?” He stands and brushes the sand… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“I sit at an empty table after the lunch rush and turn to the last assignment in my journal. This one’s the worst yet.… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“When I called and heard your voice mail greeting this morning, something inside me just clicked. I had to see you. Today.” He leans… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“Our lips touch until the last possible moment when the doors of the train threaten to close at his stop in Manarola. “I’ll see… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“That’s the journal on your chair, right?” he holds out a hand, demanding to see it. “Show me this list.” I grab it and… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
