I take a picture of the sunrise out my window, for Ryan, and for myself. It’s still dark enough outside the street lights are on. I wake up at my alarm—no need to snooze. I’m too excited. Check my phone—Ryan is 26 minutes into his 26.2-mile marathon, his first one….

The first step in taking a trip anywhere with Ryan is overcoming his protestations over how expensive it is. But I am nothing if not a great debater, and well versed in winning these arguments. If needed I can always play the, ‘Hey, do you remember how much plane tickets…

TRAFFIC ALERT: Miami traffic is VERY HEAVY! Please allow yourself or your driver time to navigate traffic and find parking. I can’t take this warning from the silly tour I’ve booked seriously, especially after it ultimately takes only 21 minutes to go the 7.4 miles from my place to Wynwood….

It had dawned on me later than it probably should have that this coming weekend would be my last in Miami. Instead of panic and fear of missing out, however, I felt only clarity: I knew what I wanted to do. I started to piece together the various dependencies of…

‘Don’t follow her; she’s my neighbour,’ José jokes to another man in the parking lot as I pass. ‘¡Hola José! ¿Qué tal?’ I call back to him, not really waiting to hear his answer. His attempt at a joke belies the fact that he is probably thinking about following me….

‘Hello, you’re beautiful. Are you married?’ he asks me boldly, stepping across the street. ‘I’m not!’ I answer cheerfully, knowing what’s coming next. ‘Is it all right if I get your number? Sorry, I’m on my lunch break,’ he apologises. ‘No thank you,’ I tell him, ‘But enjoy your lunch…

This print hangs in my office at home, in a gilded frame, reminding me that it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but a good amount of it actually is. There was a rainbow in Melrose a few days before Christmas, and when I pull off to the side of the…