I’ve wanted to tell you about Bittersweet since pretty much page two of its introduction. (And if I’ve hung out with you at some point in the last week, there’s a good chance I did already gushed about this book to…
Archives for February 2013
just a glint
Last Valentine’s Day, I remember I took a long walk over to the Luxembourg Gardens. Like most winter days in Paris, it was chilly and misty with a grey fog hovering just above our heads. Holidays can be hard when…
Where No Rodgers Has Gone Before
During World War II, one of my grandpas patrolled the waters from Iceland to southern South America in the Navy. My grandmother once told me that the fruit of South America was what he would always talk about, even years later. Never hearing…
sprinter
equals spring in winter. Last year, every time I would talk to my parents, they would unknowingly drive me crazy with Texas weather reports. You see, while I was huddled under blankets and wrapped in tights + scarves + jackets + more until…
Fort Worth 2.0
This is not how it was suppose to go. My plan was a layover of a month or two, maybe even three, but then it would be on, on, onnnnn to the Next Great Thing: Paris Chapter 2 to be set…
stooping
I was reading Psalm 18 a few months ago when this verse stopped me in my tracks. The act of stooping in its very essence is humbling – a moment in which you literally decrease your stature. He stoops… for me. He stoops……