the layers of my procrastination
Dear reader, I know what you’re thinking: I am a terrible procrastinator. I have talked for years about writing my book but as far as you can tell, there’s been no
musings
Essays, observations + reflections
Scenes from our last dinner in Manhattan
Ulrich and I recently returned from a trip to New York City, where we’d spent a week sightseeing with his daughter Anneliese in celebration of her Abiturabschluss (high school diploma).
Reflections on my time at a very large company
Most of the time, when I tell people I’m leaving the company, the first thing they ask is where (as in, what other company?) I’m going to next.
I smile sheepishly
Every tree trunk looks like Gettysburg
Lately,
on walks,
I’ve been struck by the quiet violence
endured by trees.
Some slow, lurching force
has boiled up from their hearts,
erupted onto their bark,
leaving cracks.
Some cracks are
what is a real friend?
one of my first friends was vicky, a chubby chinese-american girl with pigtails
who my mom babysat after school each day. she would ride the bus home with me
and spend 1 or