So, you’ve just met someone, you’re not close, and you have no reason to know if they’re pregnant or not. Or married or not. Or happy or not. Or want to be any of those things. Or what their life... Continue Reading →
Thirty days in the States and the following has come to my attention: It’s super weird to wear shoes inside the house. Ranch is the best flavor. It’s nice to feel like a normal-sized person. It’s nice to wave and... Continue Reading →
Not a day goes by where I don’t wonder at where I live. Out my window, I see apartment buildings higher than anything I’ve been in in California, and the earthquake-ometer all Bay Area natives have installed at birth goes... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This post was written under the influence of a wine-soaked happy hour with a friend going through a break-up, end of the school year exhaustion, Hong Kong humidity permeating my already scrambled brain, and "Benny and the Jets" on... Continue Reading →
For the last few years, I have written birthday blog posts filling out the same set of questions each time, so I can look back each year and feel what it was to be me in that moment. A time... Continue Reading →
I’ve asked Google many a thing - “how do you bake chicken” “which one is cabbage and which is lettuce” “what does an eclipse mean.” But perhaps the most humbling thing I’ve ever thrown out to the universe was what... Continue Reading →
Captain’s Log: Day 21 of no social media* and I am slowly becoming accustomed to waiting in line with no meme-induced chuckling. Somehow I am getting by without daily briefings on the end of the world from Amy Siskind. My... Continue Reading →
"Love Actually" is a terrible movie. There. I said it. (This person here said it much better.) It is, however, undeniably quotable. Its opening scene is the best part - "Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world,... Continue Reading →
I have an app that feeds into a quirky obsession of mine - knowing exactly how many days it has been since my definition of major life events have occurred and how many days until the next one. This makes... Continue Reading →
It’s been exactly 56 days since I boarded a plane for the longest ride of my life and flew from California to Hong Kong. I’ve a laundry list of crazy things that I’ve learned or noticed or had happen to... Continue Reading →
I've known many yard duty's during a lifetime of public schooling, but when I think of a 'yard duty,' there’s just one woman I picture; halo of frizzy grey hair, sunglasses with a leash on them, clipboard full of green... Continue Reading →
Here goes my flight. Here I sit in the airport. Bags are checked. I am not sure what I’ve forgotten yet. My 'last supper' was Zachary's deep dish pizza, salad with ranch dressing, wine, and my puppies in the backyard.... Continue Reading →
Sunglasses Always Fit 