Posted in January 2014

I am grateful. I am grateful. I am grateful.

My father was diagnosed with prostate cancer this past week. I typed that sentence and stopped. No. No, he wasn’t. This must be a dream. Not the worst dream I’ve ever had, but one that has to end. It’s going to end, right? I just slept funny, mixed up my wakefulness and dreamstate. This isn’t … Continue reading


I met this girl once in Bangkok, because I watched her and her sister-in-law ask several Thai people for directions to no avail. No one knew where to direct them. I sighed, drug myself out of my over-stimulated-introverted haze, and offered to help. We spent, oh, perhaps 25 minutes together. Five minutes helping walking together … Continue reading


For a mid western girl grown in the cornfields, 2013 was a year of intense change. I caught myself remembering an email I wrote to a friend after my senior year of high school. I was complaining about my family moving house, me starting a new job and announced my hatred for change. Since that … Continue reading