I want to spend the summer near water. I want to spend every day in my bathing suit, wrapped up in a beach towel, hair left wild to dry....

When the first issue of The Champagne Room was published, in June of 2019, we threw a party. Two parties, in fact, in the form of readings..

It’s Aries season. My sun sign: the ram, the wildfire, the confident and quick-to-anger, the seemingly bad-ass who does not want the world..

Where I live it is already spring. I grew up in the Midwest, where winter is winter and spring is a relief from months of cold and dark...

I have maintained some form of written correspondence since I had my first pen pal over twenty years ago. In those years I have made and...

The transition from December to January always feels fraught. Language shifts to that of getting through, of waiting until; it is the...

Writing is so often an act of returning: to places, people, moments, ideas, selves. Because we cannot live any day over, because we...

My fascination with tarot began in a sunlit room in the winter in Vermont. I was about to graduate, to receive an MFA in Creative...