Category Archives: Reflections

Mango (Or Sticky Fingers Part II)

My fickle pickiness about not eating foods that are messy doesn’t come without exceptions. The messiest thing that I absolutely love to eat is mango. Fresh, ripe mango is a wonderful momentary escape to sweet tropical sunsets and the sound of

Mango (Or Sticky Fingers Part II)

My fickle pickiness about not eating foods that are messy doesn’t come without exceptions. The messiest thing that I absolutely love to eat is mango. Fresh, ripe mango is a wonderful momentary escape to sweet tropical sunsets and the sound of

Sticky Fingers

I have this thing about not getting my hands dirty while eating, even if it’s a finger food feast, I have to wipe them after every bite. I actually don’t dislike eating with my hands, but if I do, I

Sticky Fingers

I have this thing about not getting my hands dirty while eating, even if it’s a finger food feast, I have to wipe them after every bite. I actually don’t dislike eating with my hands, but if I do, I

Fire Drill

Prestwood elementary school still houses many memories for me. I cried my first day of kindergarten with Ms. Weir; later I learned to play house and told my teacher I wanted to be a truck driver when I grew up

Fire Drill

Prestwood elementary school still houses many memories for me. I cried my first day of kindergarten with Ms. Weir; later I learned to play house and told my teacher I wanted to be a truck driver when I grew up

D’heim in Züri

Long ago before I knew what “Isch guet gsi” meant, before I had proper fondue at the end of a 40-minute winter snow trek in the dark to a log hut in the middle of the cold, before my son

D’heim in Züri

Long ago before I knew what “Isch guet gsi” meant, before I had proper fondue at the end of a 40-minute winter snow trek in the dark to a log hut in the middle of the cold, before my son

I’m Not Sorry, Just Me

********* Author’s note: I wrote this in February 2013, just two months before my “nerdy 30”. I guess apprehension is something I struggle with in my writing since I haven’t wanted to revisit this post until recently. But something in

I’m Not Sorry, Just Me

********* Author’s note: I wrote this in February 2013, just two months before my “nerdy 30”. I guess apprehension is something I struggle with in my writing since I haven’t wanted to revisit this post until recently. But something in

A Tooth Too Loose

I blame my father for my aversion to flossing as a child. And it all has to do with my first loose tooth. Having a loose tooth hadn’t actually crossed my mind since the last time a tooth fell from

A Tooth Too Loose

I blame my father for my aversion to flossing as a child. And it all has to do with my first loose tooth. Having a loose tooth hadn’t actually crossed my mind since the last time a tooth fell from

Food Fight

Before our little permanent house guest was as old as he is now, he really only did stuff by accident; consequently my disciplining was really a preseason affair. Now that I am the father of something that does stuff purposefully,

Food Fight

Before our little permanent house guest was as old as he is now, he really only did stuff by accident; consequently my disciplining was really a preseason affair. Now that I am the father of something that does stuff purposefully,