In the Wind

As a child, I always wondered about how mail traveled. I witnessed our postman deliver the bundle of envelopes to us with sweat and toil on sticky summer afternoons, however, when we dropped it off at the post office, how … Continue reading

Not Yet

It’s just another manic Monday, and again I awake from the same nightmare where instead of being inspired or convinced of a revelatory prophecy of some grandeur course of action, I continue to hear the tawdry banter and despicable show.It’s … Continue reading

A Little Broken

This abrupt shift has rustled me more so than the others—so consuming and momentous this displacement intertwined with a sense of duty has left me groggy. This lofty pursuit to find the nest that will end all moves has left … Continue reading

Fish and Toes

Oops we did it again. Another move with more to purge and some things to store until we settle our feet in this new part of the country. The air so dense of moisture it suffocates us. We trudge through … Continue reading

People come and people go.

We are always coming and going. Usually swiftly, humdrum-like with a few whispering goodbyes to neighbors, coworkers and friends made along the way.But on a couple of occasions we tendered our adios purposefully loud. (Read: A few needed to be … Continue reading

A Desolate Road

No one can relate. Another day on Wall Street has passed, eclipsed by the usual lurking shadow that haunts the hallways instead of rousing company spirit. It pierces a stake right through the hearts of the proud and honest working … Continue reading

In flux, In motion,

in the middle of doing, learning and creating because every little thing matters. We go through changes in moods and interests in our nest particularly with little bear. Currently she tends to abandon her safe zone of appropriate toys and … Continue reading

Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner

Now that it grows duskier earlier, I’ve become more contemplative. Our outdoor fun, especially when playing with trajectory spherical objects, (even after a few minutes pass for our pupils to adjust to the darkness) turns into artillery that blasts into … Continue reading

Where the Wild Things Are

We were informed that the room padded with wall-to-wall mats was occupied and wrestling practice was canceled that evening. Older bear’s usual wrangling was not heard—instead screams of jubilation because instead of technique on the mat, they would perform drills … Continue reading

The Road Not Taken

I always feel a need to sing the chorus of De colores when on our adventure to what feels like grandma’s nest. Within a quarter of an hour, we trot through a mini forest and various gardens to get to … Continue reading