I miss German Christmases. Continue reading
I’ve been noodling on what I’d say for my take on this theme for a little while now. I’ve been writing down the things I want to say, then sleeping on them, to make sure I still want to say them the next day. Good thing, too: You’ve dodged some bullets. Continue reading
Happy Monday! This is one of my earliest musical memories, courtesy of my dad’s mix tapes. It needs to be shared. Continue reading
I’m home. The sun is shining, and it’s all good, but after the greatest summer in my hometown, I feel I need a lot more time to properly arrive. I’m still coming to terms with all the memories that hit me around the head at every street corner. Suddenly, it seems impossibly hard to make your home elsewhere. Continue reading
Hello m’dears, and Happy Monday! I’m writing to you from the past. Well, kind of. I’ve been staying in my childhood home for four weeks now; the weather has been glorious, and we’ve done a lot to bring back precious memories – zoo trips, ice cream by the fountain, and travelling old school in an actual train with actual opening windows and actual wind in our hair. Now my daughter has found my old scooter, and I’m constantly being quizzed about the old days. It might be getting a bit much, really – I can hardly remember what my real, grown-up home looks like! Continue reading
Enough with the moaning! There will be no anti-heat/bug/humidity sentiments here, just stories of great summers past and wonderful holidays to come! Continue reading
I find myself trying to excavate memories, chipping around the edges of what I do remember, looking for something else that may be poking out and within reach.
I am what is known as the opposite of crafty. The polar opposite of crafty. But, as they say in the movie Robots, “see a need, fill a need,” and I saw a need. Continue reading
I was going to write about some scents I recommend for summer, but then I thought I’d better back up and talk about fragrance in general. While a small number of people can’t wear it due to sensitivities, lots of people are scared of it. And with good reason: they’ve been around people who wear too much, which can trigger headaches or at least revulsion. It’s very inconsiderate to overdo it. Continue reading
I’ve been cafÃ© sitting for a long time.
I’ve sat in some great cafÃ©s and a few mediocre ones and even in a couple of pretty decent chain cafÃ©s (yeah, I’m looking at you, Starbucks across from my apartment in Beijing, you surprising devil, you).
A good cafÃ© can give birth to anything, from the Harry Potter series to the French Revolution to your next hot date. Continue reading
“Your brother took it,” Dad said of Mom’s sewing machine. “Karen wants to learn.”
For most of my life, my mom had sewn on this anvil-weighted machine that she’d gotten at Woolworth’s or W.T. Grant or some store like that in the 1970s. She couldn’t quite remember. It was incredibly heavy and, at the end of the day, she often needed help lifting it from the dining room table where she’d done her sewing for the day back down to its case on the floor next to the china cabinet. Continue reading
Ah, the television of my youth! Do television shows these days even have theme songs you can memorize the lyrics to? I don’t know. At any rate, with the arrival of the much-hyped ’90s resurrection on TeenNick, I guess I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. But not for Clarissa Explains it All, Salute Your Shorts, or even Doug. Nope, I’m going further back than that.
There were lots of Americans talking about patriotism and the 4th of July yesterday at my usual Internet watercoolers, as you can imagine. I reflected a little on the idea that how you interpret patriotism comes from how what values your parents instill in you, and I was reminded of a conversation I had with my mother a while back on her choice of lullabies when I was young. Continue reading
Yes, this weekend includes one of the most sacred days in the American calendar: the 4th of July. I think it rivals only Thanksgiving as the holiday around which people blow off work the most. This weekend, we as a nation will do even more sweaty drinking and BBQing than we did on Memorial Day just over a month ago. Continue reading