Happiness. It's relative.
On my way home from San Diego last night, I stared out the window of the plane for two hours. The cabin was dark with only a few tiny lights on, many empty seats. And silent, no whispering conversations or headphone spillover, no babies… Continue Reading “The Airplane Window”
Thirty years ago, we walked into the kitchen of the house we wanted to buy and stood in the breakfast nook watching the recently divorced owner eat her pancake dinner. She told us that she had decided to sell the house to us instead… Continue Reading “An Homage to My Old Kitchen”
I’m going to write 100 essays just because I can. And I’m going to write them in 100 days, starting now. I don’t have 100 reasons why nor do I have 100 ideas for essays. I believe it will come to me. And I’m… Continue Reading “I’m Going to Write 100 Essays”
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