We would build a haunted house in the basement every year around Halloween. It would be ad-hoc, meant only for the parents to walk through once or twice, and the materials were limited to whatever toys we had in the basement. Headless barbies were strung from above, bedsheets from storage creating endless tunnels of darkness. … Continue reading
The thing about me as a child is that I was very gullible. Very, very gullible. I was relatively sheltered, mostly because I came from a stable family environment full of love and support and all the stuff that makes terrible artists. And so I was like the rat in those old experiments, the one … Continue reading
This week has been the first week in what seems like forever that I’ve felt 100% well and myself, and I’ve hit the ground running, so to speak, in terms of work and socialization. Friends to see, work to do, kids to corrupt educate, Downton Abbey to watch, the usual. I had a long talk … Continue reading
Traveled to my folks’ house today, and spent part of the evening playing with my nephew and debating with my dad what degree of racist this toy from my childhood is: Dad: It’s not that racist! Me: It’s totally racist! Dad: Hm. Now that I look at it, it’s pretty racist. But also kind … Continue reading
I have many things I want to talk about, but my mom just messaged me and said, “If a jar of spice doesn’t have a bar code on it, you suppose I should toss it?” And it reminded me that I never talked about the great Sesame Seed debacle of 2012. Last April, before construction … Continue reading
Some would perhaps take issue with the fact that I am consuming entertainment while I exercise. The way I see it, I’m killing two birds with one stone. The thing is, I always mean to do nice things like go to movies I want to see, but I seldom make it to movies because it … Continue reading
After a week of biking in the double-digits each day (with the exception of Friday), I thought I’d quickly list some side-effects of the experiment so far: Positive: 1) I sleep through the night 2) I don’t have a midday energy-slump 3) I need less caffeine (probably related to 1 and 2) Negative: 1) My … Continue reading
Tomorrow I’m not only getting to hang out with my amazing friend Meg, but I am also delivering two jars of homemade pickles that my dad canned over the summer. For a non-pickle enthusiast such as myself, I consider these top-notch pickles. More discerning pickle-lovers have agreed, Meg being one of them. It’s a shame … Continue reading
”I still have to figure out if I’ll be able to put a T-Rex on the point,” my dad said, as we ate pizza in front of the garage-cum-apartment my parents sleep in when they come to oversee progress on the cabin. “A T-Rex?” “For the point,” my dad said, referring to the small jetty … Continue reading
Scene 1, The Skeptics: My nephew, upon seeing the church, said to me, “Aunt Katie, are we going into that big castle?” Later, as the pastor started speaking, my nephew turned to my brother and said derisively, “Daddy, who is that?” Scene 2, The Pink Pussycat: After the wedding but before leaving the church, my … Continue reading
