Do Kids Still Make Leaf Collections?
I miss when attention to the world around us, and wonder over the beauty of the earth, was our assignment.
The Milk
I feel so incredibly loved to have people who will miss me like this; I feel so incredibly remorseful to know that my move will hurt them. I don’t tell them that milk makes me sad.
Laps Around Lincoln Park
This is how I stumbled into owning a place I merely thought I would stay in.
Ghost-light-house
“The ghost,” she repeats. “Have you seen her yet?”
It’s time to let Calvin’s SAO Die
I think to most of the alumni that were part of the Save SAO facebook group, the SAO they remember is gone.
In the Waiting, I Sing
That’s why stories hit children so hard.
“All grown-ups were once children. But only few of them remember it.”
These exchanges are, in my experience, among the most animated, delight-ridden; for a moment, a spirit of childlike wonder reawakens inside us as we remember what it was like to experience the story for the first time.
I Cracked the Grandma Code with Chocolate and Rice Balls
When at first someone politely declines your chocolate or tea, try, try again—but sneakier.
Grief and Gratitude
For a year, I’ve kept my phone with me at all times (and even started sleeping with it under my pillow) so that I wouldn’t miss this call.
My Complicated History with Mice
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been hoping that Cora, the mousetrap queen, would be able to take care of this.
