What Makes Me So Special? When you experience a traumatic loss like the one we did, everyone tells you to expect people to say...
Parking Spot Christianity I’m thinking about “parking spot” Christianity. What I mean by this is people who think that God has answered...
Broken Things I couldn’t sleep on Christmas Eve and I spent the night planning an imaginary pottery studio in the basement...
Losing It The following is a guest post, written by my husband, Andrew Cheung: First it was his phone. We have...
Happy 19th Birthday, Evan Evan, today would have been your 19th birthday. You were just hitting your glorious, youthful prime. You hadn’t even...
18 Days After the EVANt Periodic Reflections on Grief and Loss Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proudBY JOHN DONNEDeath, be not proud, though some...
Watercolor Repetition Exercise — 5 Attempts of 1 Reference Photo Fair enough to say that I am entirely obsessed. I’ve decided to pick up watercolors as both a hobby...
The Happy, Deluded Prince I was recently intrigued by an episode of RadioLab Podcast, exploring lying and liars. The episode concluded with a...
My Ode to Keys It slides in, and you wiggle it gently. There’s a soft pressure differential where you can feel a slight...
Weighing Wanderlust Giving has a bit of an underbelly. There’s the part of giving where you think about the recipient, and...
Why Some Non-Whites Would Break Solidarity with BLM In the District of Columbia, we now have no: sports, shopping, gyms, vacations, new movies, the arts, parties, celebrations...
On Getting Old At a neighborhood happy hour last night, pleasantly buzzed and comfortable in my own skin for once (it...
Bourbon Country Burn & My Baseline of Me This fall, I tagged along with the strongest female cyclist I know (my sister-in-law) on the Bourbon Country...
Gentle Is Not My Default This is my husband, wearing my son’s Halloween costume, raising a frenzy on the busy street in front...
A Promise in There Somewhere Dec 14, 2017. My foster son had his first sleepover with his biological family last night. The mixed emotions that came...
What I Learned From Laser Eye Surgery Three years ago, I was liberated from the tyranny of glasses! After that very first-world surgery, I wrote this...
Here We Go Again For almost five years, I felt stuck. Like I was waiting at a train station, or maybe an airport. My waiting lasted from June...
Confessions of a Reluctant Half-Marathon Runner I just finished my last scheduled long run of the training season. Then a week of rest, and I’ll...
Grandma like a Child You break my heart. There’s me on the left and you on the right. Ten minutes after we took this...
Book Review: Lullabies for Little Criminals Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather O’Neill, 2006, is a portrait of childhood on the streets. And yes, it made me...