New Year’s Eve
The air of the club was thick with champagne and sweet perfume. The lights were dimmed, and I stepped forward in my back stilettos, feeling the stickiness of spilled mixed drinks underfoot.
Posts by Marisa Donnelly on the topic of human connection: how we relate with one another, what it truly means to be human, and our collective experience.
The air of the club was thick with champagne and sweet perfume. The lights were dimmed, and I stepped forward in my back stilettos, feeling the stickiness of spilled mixed drinks underfoot.
Six-thirty in the morning, and a two-year-old comes over to me, her blonde hair sticking up haphazardly around her high ponytail and the seam of her hot pink long sleeve t-shirt rolled up over her pudgy tummy.