Sisterhood of the Traveling Pillows

I started getting ready for bed and I noticed my pillow was missing. I immediately went to my sister’s bed, and found her reading with both of our pillows behind her. Me: “Can I have my pillow?” Her: “Oh, this is yours?” Me: “Yeah.” Her: “Here you go.” (she gave me the one immediately behind her, rather than…

Rebirth

On November 1, 1755, an enormous earthquake hit Lisbon. Thousands of people had left their homes for church early in the morning to light candles in honor of All Saints’ Day. As buildings shook and crashed to the ground, they erupted in flames, and the people of Lisbon ran down to the large open plaza near…

Roll the Credits

I love when a film is tragic and moves everyone in the theater to tears, and then ends abruptly, leaving nothing but the slow scrolling white text of the credits and the sounds of sniffling, soft comforting whispers, and the rustling of jackets. People will linger a few moments longer than necessary, because the theater is heavy with…

Encouragement

Dear Sabina, for future sad days or scared days or self-critical days, Sometimes you may feel disappointed in others or yourself. You may feel like you aren’t good enough, or like your failures are constantly being scrutinized. You may feel uncomfortable in your body or self-conscious about a strange bump in your hair. It’s okay to…

Ignorance and Illness

Ignorance is not bliss. At least when it comes to your health.  The past few days for me have been characterized by no appetite, fairly severe exhaustion, and confusion about what my body is trying to tell me with its bizarre and painful symptoms. The fatigue is at levels you would expect from a mono patient,…

That’s Not My Name

Every now and then I get asked how I got the name Sabina. The question doesn’t bother me: it’s an unusual name and people often assume that it has an interesting background. The trick is knowing whether they want the short answer or the long answer. The short answer is that my parents first heard the…

5 Years And Counting

Yesterday was my the 17th birthday of one of my best friends, Heidi. Our friendship fascinates me because it is in so many ways atypical: it started with utter dislike, was never anything but long-distance, and these days we talk so rarely that we should grow apart but we never do. Heidi and I met…

Perhaps A Bit Ambitious

Welcome to my blog! I’ll spare the long introduction, because that’s what my About page is for. Instead, here’s why I’m a bit crazy for starting a blog. Firstly, it’s currently past 2am (by the time I publish this post, I’m sure it’ll be past 3). I know both from personal experience and from Season…