“I walk the empty street… on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams”This song has always been one of my favorite lyrics, even as a teenager. For some reason, the melancholy beat and longing violin bows…Jun 15Jun 15
Koreana Item #2 (Jamppong)I always ordered #2 at Koreana. It is my absolute favorite dish, from this sketchy shack-like Korean restaurant at the back of an empty…Jun 2Jun 2
At least my husband accepts that I am unkind and unsympatheticThe other day, I came across a FB newsfeed of an old acquaintance. Someone I vaguely remember from high school and was never close to, but…Apr 20Apr 20
A dollar for the Swear JarI have been swearing a lot lately. Very unlike me. Almost always around Eastertime do I find myself reflecting (ironically, I guess that’s…Apr 20Apr 20
“Orange blossoms!”*A few weeks ago, I found myself in midtown on a Sunday morning and pleasantly realized I was quite close to the church of Saint Francis of…Dec 2, 2023Dec 2, 2023
The last betrayalThe worst part about death is forgetting the image of the beloved. It’s the final robbery, the last betrayal. — Night Tiger by Yangsze ChooOct 24, 2023Oct 24, 2023
Y.I.F = Young Independent FemaleYes, my friend and I made up this term in our early twenties. We were confident, young women ready to make our way into the world. We were…Jul 15, 2023Jul 15, 2023
highway don’t careAs a kid, I used to think my parents created an auspicious nickname of 288 for the road between our tiny hometown and Houston. It was the…Jun 22, 2023Jun 22, 2023
