My Journey Toward Minimalism

Minimalism has become a trendy word, a fascination, and something widely misunderstood. It has become a movement, broken down into soundbites, Marie Kondo, and images of stark interiors with no sense of warmth. I am both elated and frustrated by this. Elated because it means that people are breaking away from what society would have … Continue reading My Journey Toward Minimalism


Death at the Periphery

November 30, 2017 - 7:28 a.m.  The phone call came two minutes before my alarm was set to go off.  I remember the way the light felt—the way it washed the room in a soft gray, as if the gamma had been reduced to a fourth. Outside, the sky was a pale winter blue and … Continue reading Death at the Periphery

The Order of Things

“I do things differently.” Those were his famous last words. “Mom always puts the flour in last,” I told him. “Your mom and I have always done things differently in the kitchen,” my dad continued. He poured the flour into the empty mixer. “That’s why we don’t cook together.” “Okay, but you’re going to make … Continue reading The Order of Things