I feel obligated to perceive it as a luxury, but maybe the thing I miss most when I travel is cooking for myself–it’s such a simple act of deciding to do something and carrying it through that has the capacity … Continue reading
I told my dad after we saw True Grit together (the Coen brothers version & in theaters) that I would avenge him if someone ever killed him. And he laughed a little and was like, “Okay!” So now that dad has … Continue reading
Hi, Sarah — I just now transferred $100.00 to your savings account. Get yourself those shoes! Love ya! — Daddy 5/20/2011 Hi, Sarah! I transferred $525.00 to your checking account. That will cover the vaccines, and help toward some running … Continue reading
This feels like a season of mourning. I already have thoughts about dad running through my head. I feel like there is all this lead-up to the anniversary of his death, in a way I did not feel last year. … Continue reading
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Inspired by Molly Wizenberg, yet again: “Sometimes I want to make two types of sauce gribiche, and other times, I want to claw my eyes out and then call for a pizza delivery. I know I should try to find … Continue reading
“Where is it we were together? Who were you that I lived with—walked with—the brother—the friend? Darkness, light—strife. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face? Oh, my soul! Let me be in you now. Look out … Continue reading