Re-entering
The holidays ended and everything sped up. We got home on Sunday afternoon and spent the evening unpacking, doing laundry, packing lunches, preparing for the...
Snippets at the end of the year
It has been a long few weeks. My grandmother passed away a few weeks ago. I wrote a short remembrance of her on my blog last week. Hers is a legacy of love...
On the way to the bus stop
On weekday mornings, early enough that the sun is still creeping up past the horizon, we bundle up in our jackets, grab the backpack, and walk to the bus...
Ask me what I am writing
I’ve had the links below sitting in my drafts folder for weeks. By now, you’ve probably read most of them because they’ve made the rounds online. Even still,...
First day of school
School started this week, and I haven’t been this nervous or excited in decades. I don’t remember my absolute first day of school ever—it was sometime when...
Cold water
There was a morning last week when everything was so still, it was as if the world was on pause, frozen in time, waiting for us to hit play so that the...
Asparagus season
There is an asparagus farm a stone’s throw away from our house, and every spring, I’m so thankful that it’s there. I didn’t grow up eating asparagus; it...
On poetry
In middle school and high school, I fancied myself a poet. I would carry a notebook around with me and scribble down thoughts and verses and turns of phrase...
There are mountains
The hotel room has a large wall of windows, floor to ceiling, stretching from one corner of the room to the other. It lets in the light in the morning and...
Grieving over what was lost
How do you grieve for something you’ve lost, when you knew all along that the something wasn’t meant to last forever? These past few weeks, I’ve been...
Distraction-free
We spent last weekend at a spa. It was decadent and delightful: my parents were taking care of the little one for the weekend so L and I were able to have a...
Omakase (forty-two)
We celebrated my forty-second birthday last week by getting a babysitter and going out for sushi. There are many things I love about a sushi omakase: the...
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Podcasting and the open web
Two of the many things that interest me: podcasts and the open web. I subscribe to about fifty podcasts (I don’t listen to every episode of each one, but...
Remember
This past October, we had one of the best meals we’ve ever had during our trip to New York. The whole experience was exquisite: the service was impeccable,...
In the snow
We took Zoya sledding a couple of days ago. She loved it. I didn’t grow up with an appreciation for winter. Ever since I was a child, I found it too cold,...
A year ending with nothing left to say
I had a coffee with a friend last week, and he remarked that I hadn’t sent out posted a “weekend reading” post/newsletter in several months. I showed him my...
The change of the seasons
The tree in our front yard starts turning yellow in late August. By the end of September, it has shed almost all of its leaves, leaving a dusting of golden...
Sounds of summer
The blue jays and the cardinals singing to each other as the sun begins to rise. The exuberant “hellos” from neighbors as you pass them on your morning walk...
Tell your friends you love them
Tell your friends you love them when you can. You never know when you may not be able to say it again.
When ChatGPT takes my job
I worry a lot about what will happen when machines take over my job. As someone who does a lot of writing for work, whether that be in briefing notes or...
