About a year ago, I had my first accident, and though everyone walked away from the crash, it was a pretty dramatic incident. Both cars were totaled and we completely blocked the road in the aftermath. In the more long-term aftermath of the event, though, I learned to really important things, which it does me good to remember Continue reading
At The Whitney a week ago today, I caught one of the last days of their inaugural exhibit in their new space, “America Is Hard To See.” Above, a piece in their collection by artist Julius Bloch.
More on this chapter of the exhibit HERE.
These pairs of words were the bane of my existence in fifth and sixth grades. Discerning the most representative relationship between two words seemed like a pointless, tedious, exhausting job. And yet, after so many worksheets got so ground into my psyche, I’m counting on the deep recesses of my mind to know what to do with the analogies I’m acting out today. Continue reading
Some days require double-strength stress relief tea. Continue reading
Last week when I was in St. Paul, I visited the room where I was born. Continue reading
hope of things not seen 