Might be fun, no promises.
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”
On Monday night, Tom and I watched “Train to Busan.”
Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Korean Zombies”
On Sunday March 5th, 2017, Tom proposed. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Proposing”
On Sunday night, March 5th, 2017, Tom proposed.
Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts Leading up to the Proposal”
On days I feel especially sorry for myself, I think of Karan. Continue reading “Karan”
Back when the job was new and fresh, I got myself a gym membership. Continue reading “On Going to the Gym”
