Galavant Girl Magazine » Elise McMullen-Ciotti

New Year’s Eve: Black-Eyed Peas, Please

New Year’s Eve: Black-Eyed Peas, Please

“The closer to the edge of the world I’ve stood, the more centered I’ve become….”

Honeymoon in Venice

Honeymoon in Venice

“We hung there on the periphery of the moon and the music&#8212on the periphery of reality….”

Naples, New York: Fruit of the Vine

Naples, New York: Fruit of the Vine

“Only the fruit that gives itself to you willingly will taste the best in your mouth. If you force fruit off their nests, bitterness will be your lot….”

New York City: At the Speed of Grace

New York City: At the Speed of Grace

“I had recently come to what I call “The Point”…where all…is annoyance…Tolerance was a mysterious frame of mind that I left somewhere in a pile of leaves last fall….”

Romanticism: A Windowed View

Romanticism:  A Windowed View

“Resting your eyes upon any window at length&#8212when the soul is tired and times, trying&#8212is an ultimate act of hope….”

Four Pairs of Shoes: A Lesson in Building

Four Pairs of Shoes: A Lesson in Building

“I like to imagine Efresina in Rome, thrown in the middle of bustling thousands as they knock back espresso and complain about the doings of Parliament at Montecitorio….”

Possessions, we are not.

Possessions, we are not.

“Life was typical, normal, ordinary, and not much different from the people I knew&#8212and then it just wasn’t my life anymore….”

Snowy Memories

Snowy Memories

“…I’m back in the wintry months of my childhood, before my grandparents’ divorce, before the weather patterns changed in Texas&#8212before I really experienced any great change at all….”

Paris, I miss you.

wore sneakers. It was summer, but the fall rains were early. I clipped through the streets at ease. This had become home. After one month of trekking through the western hills of Bretagne, I was now stationed in Paris, relishing each wet step on the street. I had rented a small apartment, a 7th floor walk-up in the 11th arrondissement, and was having my first real experience of being alone on a trip. Alone to transform myself into whatever I desired. Alone to have only Paris as a lover—full of its pink light and strange, silent, high-context eyes, locking in to me.

Halloween and the City

Halloween. You could make a lengthy Discovery Channel series on the holiday—the origins, its transliteration into various cultures, religious opinions. (Oh, Wait! They did do that!!)
Although it makes good TV, maybe we don’t need to understand everything about Halloween. Maybe we just need to celebrate the birth of fall and the whisper of the winter to come.