When you cry you make me
sigh.
When you smile you make things
wild.
When your shy I ask myself why.
And when you go I work slow.
I love thy.
So now you see that I'm conneckted.

I got this in the mail today, from my munchkin. I love her so much. I'm getting this poem framed.

I miss Albuquerque today. The mountains there turn pink in the sunset, their smattering of trees purple. There are cloudless skies in the desert, and unmarred skylines. Before I left, I helped my grandmother rebuild the hundred-year-old mud wall in her basement. She lives in Taos, in an ancient, adobe house, moments from a town plaza that ( Read more... )

I ate too much, I drank too much, and I'm running on the giddy energy of someone who's been up too long and is about to crash. Hard. But I love Chinese New Year. I love gambling at card games that have no rules. I love babies with Princess Leia hair, dressed in silk. I love seeing the great grandmother who speaks only Cantonese, and the ( Read more... )

I took the bus to Magic Wok today. My favorite on-campus tom yam hawker stall already closed for Chinese New Year. I’m so ignorant about the traditions here, so glad to be spending the upcoming eve and day with Kelvin’s family, but I bet I’m bewildered and awkward around so many unfamiliar people. It’s not the crowd. Sometimes nothing is more ( Read more... )