It’s my first anonymous guest blog! I mean, someone else writing anonymously for my blog.
While writing this post on moving in together, I wondered if other couples I knew had the same experience. Did they feel more independent after moving in together? If yes or no, why? And what were some things they learned about each other and their relationship in the process? Continue reading “He Said, She Said: Other Couples on Moving In Together”
Most of my readers know my dad pretty well by now, either because you’re family, friends, or you’ve read my blog for sometime, in which my dad often appears. He’s incapable of crying and still, despite all my explaining, doesn’t understand why anyone would be interested in the stuff I write (“Why the hell would anyone want to read about your family?”), but he’s also a huge reason I am the way I am. Uncomplicated but not simple, the strong but far from silent type. Continue reading “K.T. Ho’s Thursday Thoughts”
My mother has a boyfriend.
“His name is José,” she says, slowing pulling the car into the parking lot of the golf club in the hills behind our house. We are headed for the driving range. “I wonder if he’ll be there today. He always drives up in his little maintenance cart and goes, ‘Ooooliviaaaaa! Ooooliviaaaa!’ And then he gives me free balls.”
“Why?”
She shrugs, “He just likes me a lot.”
Continue reading “How to Win Friends and Influence People Like My Mother Does”
The point of our last trip to London was not actually, to waste three perfectly good days, but to attend the wedding of two friends who met at a wedding back in the States. At the time, the groom lived in London and the bride in New York, and so began a whirlwind, short long-distance romance. Does that make sense? Anyway, when you know you know and soon they were engaged. Continue reading “A Proper London Wedding”
I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in with someone.
– Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City
Continue reading “A Surprising Thing I Learned After Moving in Together”
If you’re the type of traveler who gets to a place and hits the ground running with a checklist of things to see and do, we are probably not a great resource. Continue reading “How to Waste 3 Perfectly Good Days in London”
In Italy, just before sunset on the Manarola coast, Tom and I met a young American woman on her honeymoon. Continue reading “What Does it Mean to be “Cultured?” Are you?”
My mom has a problem. Maybe it’s a motherly thing, where in conversations you let your daughter go on and on about her trip to London and Italy and then her weekend plans (to DC! For Tom’s nephew’s second birthday) and when she finally asks you how you’re doing, time is running short and you can’t say much so you just nod, “Fine, fine, everything’s good,” and then your daughter, being satisfied that she’s caught her mother up on her life and, it seems, vice versa, decides there really isn’t anything else to say so you both happily hang up.
Except my parents are now in Canada. Continue reading “My Parents Are in Canada”
Though we are back in New York, this week’s thoughts will be carried over from last week, when we were in Italy. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Italy”
In high school my friend Victor once told me about running into a classmate during his summer vacation. In Belgium. In a chocolate shop.
Continue reading “Awkward Italy: In Cinque Terre, I Ran Into a Guy I Dated”
VERY HIGHBROW 