Ode to Rainy Mornings
And then, finally, it came: a few days above freezing, and then a glorious morning when I wake slowly from a deep, sound sleep to a dull, grey morning.
Aquavitae: My Life in Four Drinks
Standing at the altar, holding hands, we repeated the ancient formula, and then we knelt, we opened our mouths to receive the host and took the chalice to our lips.
A Time to Laugh
I could have lectured Laurent on the dangers of objectification, complete with a bibliography and citations.I could have bared my carefully-honed feminist fangs.
Inside Tax Season
I’m the son of a CPA, an accountant for the people, a number cruncher for democracy. I grew up knowing April 15 as a national holiday.
Nervous Laughing
I laughed, my nervous response when I’m not sure of social protocol in a particular situation. My guard was up. My brain said, Who is this guy?
Dirty Hands
Physical labor drains you, and it gave me a pure, restful sleep. I awoke refreshed, renewed. Getting my hands dirty had given me release.
Girl
I just started working as a structural engineer. I am a girl. I am not a girly girl, but I certainly am a girl. Somehow, in a lot of people’s minds, those two don’t go together.
Feral Histories and Open Gates
Grandpa’s tapestry of a Daoist exorcist is misunderstood. That July, I knew just enough to recognize Zhong-Kui was special and nothing more.
The Funeral Singer
I may not have known anything at all about the person in the casket before the service begins. But during the hour that follows I will get to know her.
