Today, during a meeting, I looked at my hands and was startled. They looked like hands that belonged to a forty-five old woman who still wore jewelry from her early twenties, before she could afford anything really nice. Continue reading ““Have You Ever Thought About Botox?””
Tom is all about cosiness. And retirement. He works so he can afford to do cosy things both in New York and all around the world. If he were single and on Tinder, I imagine he’d list his interests as “Beer, bitches, and cosiness. In front of a fireplace. Or on a boat.” Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Cosiness”
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”