Isabella Agostino

Category: Essay

  • An Ode to Pomegranates

    An Ode to Pomegranates

    Their lipstick-color stains, their Alcatraz armor, their popping seeds and unflinching dance with decay. Make a night of it. Pomegranates are sensual, fair and square. Shielded in a dense, almost wooden exterior that requires all manner of skill to coax open, they play hard to get. The messiness of reaching their center eventually (key word:…

  • City’s Best Friend

    City’s Best Friend

    If there’s one animal that defines Venice, it’s pigeons. No, cats. Seagulls? Some might even say rats. But no one ever says dogs. When it comes up that I moved my dog from the great pet-friendly mecca of DFW to the city on water, people ask if it’s really such a great place for dogs.…

  • A Seasonally Curated Reading List for the Narcissistically Introspective

    A guide for choosing what book to crack open depending on the time of year, which, of course, accounts for weather patterns, cultural occasions (such as holidays), and mood. Fair warning: you risk being transported to an alternate universe so frustratingly similar yet different from our own, like inside your least favorite Paul Thomas Anderson…

  • Are You There Chattanooga? It’s Me, Isabella

    In favor of going east Ever since I was a little gi—ever since I was 26 and learned how Appalachians pronounce Appalachia (app-uh-latch-uh), I’ve wanted to make my way up to that city sittin’ pretty on the Tennessee River. Chattanooga. No, I have not been to Nashville, nor Memphis. Yes, I still have to check…