Memory Category

A year ago today…

In: Contemplation, Links, Memory

I think. I’m really shitty with dates, but I think a year ago-ish, we arrived in Portland. We spent the 4th with my Mom in Frisco, that much I do remember. But we’ve been here a year, and a lot has changed. Too much has remained the same. And time marches on. Here is what [...]

Sooooooshi

In: Memory, Rollins College

D and I went to Fuji with Amanda and Adam last night. I heart asparagus rolls. Oh, and carrot rolls. Oooohhh and TAMAGO!!! *drool*. So begins my food obsession. I’m rolling through them with more speed and intensity these days. Two years of non-pulp OJ and cream cheese bagels when I was in high school [...]

Half written posts clog up a section of Wordpress -  the “manage” section. This probably doesn’t mean a damn thing to you, but I save some sites there, or story ideas and whatnot. The problem is, there are a lot of half-finished posts just sitting in digital purgatory. Some are rants. Others, just incomplete thoughts. [...]

Loose ties

In: Contemplation, Memory

Today my Florida ties erode. My Uncle, a resident of Miami since the his early childhood, moves to North Carolina in search of better schools for his kids, to escape from the influx of immigrants (but they would never mention this out loud to me because of my lineage), to discover a fresh opportunity in [...]

The cars hurried by as I lit another clove. Yes, I am still smoking. And in the moment between the smoky match’s mating with the tobacco, I realized a lot of things have changed in my little world.
The path before us seems set with purpose. There’s promise in the West. And in the East [...]

Remembering the Dream

In: Memory

I slept fitfully, but he found time to visit in a dream about a bookstore.

Dinner

In: Memory

We laughed over wine. But, memory served me something more than a warm meal.

Roja is not a bed…

In: Memory

It’s times like this when I miss Behemouth…but she is long gone now.

Red Hair - Sighting

In: Memory

Should I be so disturbed ? Are my memories of my best friend in high school true?

I want

In: Memory

Just a few things

Red Hair

In: Memory

She bears the same name as my daughter, a friend before I bore the shame of illegitimacy. When North Carolina’s sunsets filtered through the pines, I watched her hair catch flame. Her beauty was unconventional, like her attitude towards life. In my memory she was a wild one, introducing me to the finer points of [...]