Black and White
A collection of brief vignettes not sufficiently pretentious to earn the label “memoirs” but still worth sharing at the coffee table.
Planning Your
Perfect Trip To Rome.
Planning Your
Perfect Trip To Rome.
I felt the “swoosh” of the sliding doors tickling the backs of my leggings as I finally left customs and entered the thronging “waiting…
from the Backseat.
from the Backseat.
My brother and his wife, my sister-in-law, have finally moved out of our apartment — where the three of us all lived for 17 months. I…
My Existential Crisis as a “Runner.”
My Existential Crisis as a “Runner.”
Every runner, even those who have been running since they were old enough to stand, will tell you that the transition from ….
on Faith.
on Faith.
There’s a woman here at the Firm whom I used to work with quite a bit a few years back. She is a formidable attorney — one of the top…
You’re Making A Mistake.
You’re Making A Mistake.
What is a “mistake” anyway? How does one measure its scope? Its impact? Its “mistakeyness,” if you will?
There Are Sweet Potatoes
Beyond The DMZ.
There Are Sweet Potatoes
Beyond The DMZ.
“You know, when I eat these sweet potatoes…” My mother has a way of saying her words in English, as if they are too big for her mouth. She…
Just Stay.
Just Stay.
I once saw two birds (I couldn’t
tell you what kind — perhaps, seagulls
or hawks, they weren’t small
birds) unwind the cover off a cloth…
An Afternoon on LSD.
An Afternoon on LSD.
Earlier this year, I decided to bring the rite of afternoon tea into my 1250 square foot apartment in the Gold Coast. At the time, the…
Shrinking Into My Mother’s Skin.
Shrinking Into My Mother’s Skin.
What little girl doesn’t grow up wanting to be exactly like her mother? I was certainly no exception to that rule. I wanted to talk like my…