He was among the first signs of life I saw this morning. Clad in a t-shirt, jeans, and white face mask, he hefted a family-size pack of toilet paper under each arm.
This plaza, with its three strips of dog feces-laden grass, is the closest we have to a park. It has its regulars; the old men who come to play checkers, mothers lining the benches as their children play, the guys drinking cans at all hours. It’s a working-class neighborhood and this meager plaza is very much a part of the daily social fabric. Continue reading “Countdown to lockdown”
Why is everyone I idolize dead? I thought as I laid quietly in bed.
I had just finished Anthony Bourdain’s A Cook’s Tour and needed a moment to let it all sink in. The ending of a book is usually a moment of somber reflection for me. It’s a ritual that begins by reading the last page or paragraph twice, maybe three times, before closing it silently and falling into my thoughts. Each story is an emotional and mental investment and seeing it come to a close is like ending a relationship. You need some time to accept its conclusion and move on. Continue reading “On hope and endings”
So often in life, giving up is synonymous with failure. We feel defeated when we have to walk away and admitting that we’ve lost can be so unbearable to come to terms with that we push it under the rug. Continue reading “On giving up”
The past several months a few of my close friends and family have patiently put up with my wild career soul searching. On a near-weekly to monthly basis I flip-flopped around, trying to find the path that would allow me to do work that I loved while continuing to live abroad and travel the world. Continue reading “The next chapter”