Although I don’t usually do much besides spend time at home with family when I’m in California, Chris came to visit this spring break, so we decided to explore a little. It’s been a while since I’ve lived full-time in the Bay Area, and to be quite honest, I really don’t know the area well.…
Mother found a lump on the side of her head today, above her ear. She showed Anita in the car, as they waited for Susie to finish her piano lesson, pulling her hand to it like she had eight years before, but now it was to her head instead of to a breast long gone.…
I spent the past President’s Day weekend in Atlanta, which, in the post-Super Bowl lull, seemed particularly content and locally-focused. There were many highlights of the trip – amazing food at every turn, the airport’s delightful “plane train,” the beautiful weather on Saturday – but by far the most memorable was our adventures with Bird.…
It’s Valentine’s Day, which, for an occasion that barely constitutes as a holiday, seems to receive more polarizing press than it deserves. I guess it’s because, with its flow of reminders that you either are or are not in a fulfilling relationship, people find themselves lumped into some box or other and naturally become intensely…
Hear me out— I’ve spent the past week binge-listening to comedian Allison Raskin’s scripted podcast Gossip, and it’s absolutely delightful. As a chronic eavesdropper – I can’t help myself! – this podcast is a dream. It’s akin to revisiting the same coffeehouse every week, listening to the ladies in the corner table, and being able…
In lieu of the longform posts I wrote during my travels in Southeast Asia, I’m going to post photo diaries instead for some of my recent trips. In October, I visited Emily in Paris, where she was studying abroad, as a much-needed mid-semester respite. It’s been a few years since I was last in Paris,…
While turning twenty felt like the end of an epoch, twenty-one feels rather quiet and inconsequential. Besides the practical aspect of having finally turned an age that my peers have all been for months, I’m looking back on the last year and, uncharacteristically, don’t have much to say. Sure, things happened. But they all sort…
Interstate 880 runs right along the eastern shore of the San Francisco Bay. Its posted speed limit is 65 mph, but drivers are indifferent, rarely meeting radar guns or speeding tickets. My grandfather was the same— I, ten years old and vaguely interested in staying alive, would shout from the backseat for him to slow down, alarmed as the speedometer continued pulling clockwise.
You asked me once why only lovers kiss—
And turned to me with something in your eye;
I pulled away, but now I reminisce
And wonder if I’d like it if you’d tried.
