I’m remembering the time when my husband and I first talked about living in a tiny house at the end of 2013. It was a baby step that would move us toward achieving longer-term, would-they-ever-happen goals — like living on a plot of land in the country, for instance. At the time, we were livingContinue reading “Goals”
Category Archives: Life
Piercing through the fog
Shared this on Instagram and Facebook last month, when I got another tattoo: For most of my life, I’ve been drawn to Sutro Tower, which sits atop a hill in San Francisco. While it’s iconic, it’s often overshadowed: not necessarily pretty, and certainly not golden. For me, it has a presence much like the fog,Continue reading “Piercing through the fog”
Lost, found
I caught the travel bug when I was in middle school, when our French teacher Ms. Paoli organized a trip to Paris in eighth grade, sans parents. I began to travel a lot after that — and never stopped. I now realize I was the girlfriend who left for long-term adventures abroad — to FranceContinue reading “Lost, found”
Daydreams
On my To Do list, but not sure when: Buy property that will fit our tiny house (and a few more structures) (Edit: Completed 7/18/2016) Run a small inn with my husband Develop and run a weekend writing workshop Work with kids again Work at a shave ice shop in Hawaii while being a kayaker’s orContinue reading “Daydreams”
Fog
It’s cool today. Looking out of my tiny house’s window, I see fog in the valley. It meanders. It lingers. I behave the same when I think, when I write. As I stare at it, the fog takes me places: places unknown, places I’m trying to reach. The fog is freeing, but overpowering. We have an interesting relationship, theContinue reading “Fog”
Names
Briefly, a list of laments: the immigrant kids who alter their names to make them more palatable to American tongues, picking monikers like Tiffany or Grace. The kids who get teased for names like Phuc or Dung or Hung. The kids who squirm under the gaze of the teacher who mispronounces their names during rollContinue reading “Names”
Time
I wish I had more time so I could be a better version of myself A fleeting thought in my head And I want to slap myself Why do we automatically think more time is the answer Or more anything When really all I’d like to do Is do one thing well
Dancing
Last night, we went to Verboten in Williamsburg to meet up with my two younger cousins — two brothers. I’ve formed a bond with the 22-year-old over the past several years and have become a mentor of sorts (can’t believe I’m 14 years older!), mainly because of our shared love for underground dance music. While my sceneContinue reading “Dancing”
NYC
Back in New York City on a last-minute, unexpected trip. Tagging along with the husband, who is here for work. Staying in a suite in a hotel in Times Square. So. Many. People. I’m here for free — I cannot complain. Been meaning to visit all year. Finally spending time with some of my favoriteContinue reading “NYC”
Exploration and changelessness
I came upon a 2011 piece by Pico Iyer, “Where Silence Is Sacred,” where he talks about growing up in chapels and the importance of stillness. I especially love this part, with my favorite bits in bold: I grew up in chapels, at school in England. For all those years of my growing up, we hadContinue reading “Exploration and changelessness”
