Tess Wyniemko

The two of us spent that great summer day filled with activity, staying to your perfect agenda. So we weren't expecting to stumble across the most beautiful couch at our mandatory thrifting stop. Yet there she was. A beautiful butter yellow couch with subtle pinstripes. She was comfy, small, and reminded me of the furniture my British neighbor had in her house while I was growing up. Out of some sort of magic, it was half off day at the store which made our saying yes to this couch...

There are better ways to cope with the lessons of grief that life passes on to us. When it comes to matters of the heart, I find myself occasionally resorting to bitterness in a way I don’t in any other aspect of my life.  I’m not sure why, and frankly, I don’t want to know why. Instead, let me tell you about them through lyrics that painted who they were in a much better light than I ever could have.  Waxahatchee wrote an incredible song that wails truth into a cavernous abyss that rattles...

I once wrote about spring because I thought it would be something significant I couldn't help but let the season encapsulate the energy I...