On our kitchen wall there is a framed piece of paper dated August 1944, curiously signed by Neptunus Rex with the assistance of his scribe,
On a rainy day, I sit in my home office with the windows open and a candle lit as my workday hums along. In my “real”
The first time I had my own apartment was in graduate school in Austin. I remember the feeling of organizing the space to my, and
But, it is also true, that we were robbed – by circumstance, by uncertainty, by choice, and by chance – and I would give anything to live that last day over
If, in the end, my father survives until 100th birthday, it will be a function of good PPE, luck, and divine intervention.
Every night in my kitchen my throat catches and my eyes water. Every night this happens when I talk to my dad and he asks