Musings
It was meant to be temporary. I was not meant to get attached. Three years in the deep(er) south for school, and then my Yankee patootie could scramble back up north. I really just needed a rental apartment and a good coffee shop to make that work.
Read MoreβDonβt turn on the television for the rest of the night,β my mother added as I walked away, simply adding to my little ten-year-old angst.
Read MoreHyde Park, previously unbeknownst to me, is chock full of memorials to dearly departed or solemn events. And the memorials range in such variety that I couldnβt help but contemplate the different ways people have commemorated their loved ones over the years.
Read MoreBurning butane and brewing puβer tea.
These are a couple of aromas I usually encountered in tandem from my childhood. I had a chance to smell these two together again on a trip to this place:
Read MoreWhat does it really mean to be from somewhere?
Read MoreWhen I picture my childhood, I picture the outdoors. Playing outside, catching toads, building dams in streams, skittering rocks across frozen ponds. My mother's answer to boredom was "go play outside," and even if I had to be reluctantly pushed, I inevitably found myself lost in imagination, a world unfolding amongst the trees of my backyard.
Read MoreWith what feels like an ever-thickening smog of bad news in the air these days, cute little memes reminding us to think positive are all over my social media accounts. But sometimes those well-intentioned graphics can actually cause more harm.
Read MoreWhat is it about wanderlust? Why does it hit so dramatically at times, so much so that it almost feels like a physical ailment? Why does it always strike when I am least capable of planning a trip β when Iβm neck-deep in deadlines and hanging onto to the tether ends of my last paycheck?
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