Last week, I wrote about Tom’s thoughts on working out. It only makes sense to follow up with Thom’s thoughts on watching other people exercising. Specifically, the players at the U.S. Open. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on the U.S. Open”
When I first met Tom, he was more or less “in shape.” Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Working Out”
So far, thirty-five has not been a great year for Thom’s Thursday Thoughts. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts Since Turning 35”
Last night, in a bout of writer’s block/what am I doing with my life despair, (after spending the evening complaining to Tom about not writing and then watching two hours of Sci-Fi TV (“The Expanse”), I logged onto the New York Public Library website and downloaded two books to my Kindle: When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi and What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, by Haruki Murakami.
Continue reading “Two great books for when you’re feeling down and useless”
When I travel, it’s hard not to compare where I am with places I’ve been. It’s probably not the best habit – Paris will always be Paris and London my eternal city – but it’s a way of narrowing down the long list of places I’d like to return to, again and again.
My dad puts marmalade on his turkey sandwiches. Continue reading “Chinese-American Dad”
Earlier this evening an old friend of my parents joined us for dinner at Grandpa’s house. My parents told her not to bring any dishes – Grandpa doesn’t each much and they’d cooked enough to ensure leftovers for at least two more meals – but Mrs. R– hopped in ten minutes late carrying a big pot of “lion head” meatballs and a smaller platter of stir-fried cucumber and sliced fish cakes. Continue reading “Little Children”
Today is Tom’s 35th birthday, though in practice, Tom is closer to 65. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Turning 35”
When I was 16, I went on a cleaning binge and threw away more than a couple volumes of diaries I’d kept since childhood (a moment of silence please).
I’ve been beating myself up ever since. Continue reading “Flashback Fridays: My First Xanga”