Christmas is complicated for my family… loud, joyous, infuriating, and completely delicious. It is also the night my dad passed away. It is a time of amazing memories and lots of tears. We might be fine one minute then crying and hugging the next. A time of toasts, eating his favorite foods, and remembering. IContinue reading “Christmas”
Tag Archives: Parents
gentle warriors
This is my dad in Korea, one of my favorite pictures of him. It is so him. The way his hand is draped over his knee, that sweet crooked smile, the slightly turned-in foot, and best of all his ability to get down on the ground to hang out with a kid. We never heardContinue reading “gentle warriors”
Coffee, Coins, and Ashes
Stirring coffee, the sound of the spoon from my childhood home clinking the mug…Dad. The only difference between the two cups, decades apart, the taste. His…instant coffee, two heaping teaspoons of sugar, and a splash of milk…brown sugar water. Mine, dark and rich, the more caffeine the better. Searching for a photograph…scrolling endless scrolling. NeverContinue reading “Coffee, Coins, and Ashes”
The Swooniest Swooner
What do you see in this picture? Two people in love? Some pretty odd Christmas stockings? A groovy fireplace mantle? A time when people dressed for Christmas Eve…and did it really really well? A still from Mad Men? I see my parents…my parents in their “picture pose”, him in profile (showing off his “good nose”Continue reading “The Swooniest Swooner”
“The Feels”
The Feels: Swoon 56 I have been called a witch many times…witch as in someone who knows what might happen next…not as in b*tch. I have probably been called that many times too, just not to my face. I will be sitting at a show, grab on to a friend’s hand, and whisper “Are youContinue reading ““The Feels””
Hair
Hair: Swoon 54 I am half Armenian. I was born bald with a full set of thick arched eyebrows. It took me a while to grow hair on my head, but once I did…impressive. By nineteen I could grow a mustache faster than my boyfriend, like I said, I am half Armenian. I was alsoContinue reading “Hair”
You Never Know
You Never Know: Swoon 53 As a planner, a lister, a figure-it-out-before-it-happens-er, it is puzzling that I also say “you never know” as much as I do. In my head it sounds more like “ya neva no” (my head still has a Queens accent). It’s a powerful tool to move forward or stay safe. ShouldContinue reading “You Never Know”
Swooning 