Simone Gorrindo

Simone Gorrindo is a writer and editor currently based in Columbus, Georgia, where she lives with her husband, a soldier stationed at Fort Benning with the 75th Ranger Regiment. She is a Contributing Editor at Vela Magazine and the former Senior Editor of Kindle Singles. She holds an M.S. in journalism from Columbia University, and has received fellowships and grants for her writing from the Vermont Studio Center and the Hambidge Center for Creative Arts and Sciences. Her work was recently included in Byliner’s “102 Spectacular Nonfiction Stories from 2012.” Currently, she is working on her first book, a memoir about travel, long-term illness, and love. You can follow her on Twitter @SimoneGorrindo, and she can be reached at simonegorrindoATgmailDOTcom.

Stories by Simone:

  • A Return to Limantour

    The sublet in Berkeley was our last resort. My father and I had been kicked out of the bottom floor of a house in Sausalito for breaking the unstable leaseholder’s plate, and we had traipsed the cold streets of San Francisco for days, looking for an affordable place. That futile mission had ultimately landed us […]–Read more

  • An Unwanted Guest

    I didn’t see the jellyfish, but I felt it—a searing pain at my ankle that shot up through my leg, bringing me, in a matter of seconds, to my knees in the sand. I looked down and saw its limp, blue body floating away from me down the rivulet I’d stumbled into when the sand […]–Read more

  • A True War Story

    Columbus, Georgia, is, above all else, an Army infantry town, and it showed in the crowd on the Friday night that Tim O’Brien came to tell war stories: it was an audience of windbreakers and baseball hats marked by military insignia; square jaws and tattoo sleeves from shoulder to wrist; and my husband next to […]–Read more

  • The Size of Regret

    Crammed in a small phone booth, I gripped the receiver in my hand like I was afraid to let go. The sounds of the chaos outside— screaming, half-naked men and women running through the street —were muffled, and I felt, with the glass doors closed around me, sheltered for the moment. “I’m so sick, Mom,” […]–Read more

  • The Wind’s Keeper

    We smelled the island before we could see it. The pungent acid scent hit us like a wave. “Oh my God,” I said, scrunching up my nose. “What is that?” It was past midnight, and we were heading to Volcano, a volcanic island in the Aeolian Islands blanketed with black, sulfurous ash. In the distance, […]–Read more

  • Making Deals with God

    It was my last day in Israel, and I was surrounded by dozens of strangers in a sprawling home in Netanya, a seaside town two hours outside of Jerusalem. Stacks of dirty plates covered the long dinner table, and children scampered up and down a spiral staircase that led to the top floor. I was […]–Read more

  • The Art of Omission

    “Go!” Andrew yelled from behind me, pushing, with all his force, against my back. We were nearing the top of the volcano we’d begun hiking six hours before in North Sulawesi’s Tangkoko Nature Reserve. Now, the forest below seemed like it was in another stratosphere entirely. I pedaled my feet uselessly into the loose soil, […]–Read more

  • Remembering Jane

    I’d known Jane less than 24 hours when she told me a secret she’d been carrying around for months. She was driving me to see her Swiss doctor to take care of a bladder infection I’d had since I came to Europe six weeks prior. I was backpacking with three 18-year-old guys, and I was […]–Read more

  • There Are No Goodbyes in the Army

    The day’s heat had worn off by the time my husband was heading back to the barracks, and my bare legs were covered in goose bumps. We stood a few yards away from the tan buildings, where drill sergeants had perched themselves on cement steps, surveying the swarms of soldiers kicking up the South Carolina […]–Read more

  • The Edge of Sunrise

    Thea and I were still bleary-eyed when the sun began to rise behind Mount Tamalpais. The day’s first light was small and self-contained, centered between the sloping humps of the mountain’s peaks. “This is my favorite part,” Thea said, and I nodded, our sleeping bag rustling beneath my chin. We’d been lying side by side on […]–Read more

  • The Other Side of the Island

    The sun was at its highest when we reached the isolated beach at the northern end of Bunaken Island. A few feet from shore, a small woman sat alone on a piece of driftwood, looking as though she had been sitting there her entire life, perfecting the mid-day Indonesian art of doing absolutely nothing. “Selamat […]–Read more

  • The Year We Came Home

    The year I moved back home to California—the year I got sick and resigned, more or less, from life altogether—I had, for the first few months, traveling dreams, the kind that fill your nights when you’re sleeping in a strange bed in a foreign place. I dreamed, mostly, of the makeshift life I had left […]–Read more

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