Mike, a good friend of mine from grad school, writes a fantastic weekly column, The Casual Casuist, and recently posted about fear. His story is about claustrophobia and elevators and facing fear between the top two floors of a 15-story … Continue reading
Back in September when Ryan and I traveled to Perú, my yoga instructor told me something the day after our room was robbed of just about anything of value. “Watch out now,” he said. But he didn’t mean for thieves or crime … Continue reading
People say that we see what we want to see. I agree to a certain extent. I’m on the lookout for hearts that are often already there, carved into the concrete or painted on the wall. But other hearts are … Continue reading
This post is for Ryan. We recently celebrated two years of marriage and we’re coming up on four years together. Since we met in a bar on a Friday night in San Francisco, we have fallen in love … Continue reading
Like I said last time, I keep seeing hearts. I continue to find them scattered about a neighborhood I’ve lived in for well over a year. Surely, most of these hearts have been here all along, painted on a … Continue reading