The Sedan and the Salami
I was walking to the grocery store a couple of weeks before the end of the year when I made a discovery that was odd
All-in-one flugelhorn, Oldsmobile, and letter opener
Happiness can be found in many little places. The train this morning, for example, isn’t so crowded and for that I am grateful. There’s still
Art Nouveau Chainsaw Cozy (2019 Begins)
Already the year is speeding along. Two weeks and change on the books, which isn’t all that much, but it’s enough to have gotten the
2019 Contractually Obliged to be Great, Court Rules
This post begins on the morning commute. My sardine-can train is slightly less packed than usual, and I’m slightly disappointed because I’m cold and exhausted.
№ 290 (Untethered)
This post originally appeared on a previous personal blog. I’m republishing it here with the original post date. There is a large park near my
№ 289 (Somewhere in Between)
This post originally appeared on a previous personal blog. I’m republishing it here with the original post date. I’ve tended to delete the dating apps
№ 288 (To Muse on a Name)
This post originally appeared on a previous personal blog. I’m republishing it here with the original post date. From late 2010 through early 2012, I
№ 287 (Expat Memory)
This post originally appeared on a previous personal blog. I’m republishing it here with the original post date. Early one morning in Korea, deep in
№ 286 (In Loving Memory)
Lura Emily “Pat” Smith June 17, 1920—May 14, 2015 Today, my mother’s mother passed.I found out this morning, but in the night I woke up
№ 285 (Horizons, Time, and Death)
This post originally appeared on a previous incarnation of a personal blog. I’m republishing it here with the original post date. Yesterday morning I woke at