life

*i’m listening to “Angels We Have Heard On High” and pondering the phrase “God with us”. toddlers act very differently when they believe their parent is with them. they jump …

Sometimes I go back to Chicago in my mind. It’s not like going there physically. It’s riskier. It’s reliving memories of what used to be, putting on my silver, pinky, …

unpacking my unpacking is an analysis-lover’s dream. (said somewhat sarcastically…) take a listen. let me know your thoughts. *correction: i do remember and like details, particularly in my work life. but …

this is mr. pup. he’s one of my oldest memories. i think i purchased (via my parents) him at a school rummage sale. at one point, my older sister and …

it’s a little wooden elephant. through the years, it has occupied various spaces…typically the top of a dresser. i’ve had it for most of my life now. there aren’t many …

After living here and living there, “So where’s home?” has become a difficult question to answer. Another version of it is, “Where are you from?” which typically assumes a succinct, …