I don’t honestly know what’s wrong with me today. I know that it’s some wicked brew created by Trump’s visit to the peninsula this week, this year on the whole, and waking up this morning to find out that 26 people had been murdered at …
I don’t know why he asked it — probably because the concept of small talk is completely lost on him — but last night at dinner, B asked me when the prime of my life was. He worded it just like that, in English. Sometimes …
“Where have you been?” everyone keeps asking. Last week, before I could fully wake up enough to call my mother for her birthday, a message came through from her that she was in the hospital again and would have to turn her phone off. Some …
I’ve been a naughty blogger again. I know. I gave myself until the end of June to come up with a real and actionable plan for the future, and I’ve been busy making contacts, brainstorming, sketching and re-sketching plans, doing accounts, etc. I’ve picked up …
Last night, I had a dream. I put some people I loved on a bus, and then I boarded the bus with them. They were the ones who were leaving, yet they disembarked before I did. I continued to ride, thinking to myself that I …