My height is an aspect about my physical appearance that I just can't hide. I really can't hide. Not in a crowd, not in the subway, or the supermarket, nope I stick out. The only place I have traveled where I felt short was in the Netherlands. Everyone there, women included, were tall! Even the... Continue Reading →
My dad was only human…
Author's note: This story shares an event in my childhood, my dad's 40th birthday, whose impact subconsciously stayed with me into adulthood. Today would have been my father's 80th birthday - he died last November, ten days before my 43rd birthday, a few months after I finished this story. I grew to love my dad... Continue Reading →
Made in the U.S.A.
Born and raised in the city of Chicago, I was surrounded by a mix of ethnicities and cultures. In my neighborhood of Rogers Park we were a delightful blend of spices. A little creole seasoning, chocolate molé, spicy salsa, green curry and other delicious sauces. Me, my classmates, my friends could have represented many of... Continue Reading →
Push my button, pull my trigger
Is there someone you know who pushes your buttons with a marksman's precision? Moms are good at this, at least mine is... But what about the people you least suspect? About a week ago, I was triggered after having a lovely sushi dinner with my honey. Once the bill was paid, we still had some... Continue Reading →