United Words of America. (Sorry Alaska and Hawaii) I can vouch for the niceness of the number 8 purely because it is even. I had, however, vouched not to remember this day. It is, after all, an anniversary of some sort. More importantly it is a blatant reminder that time flies much too quickly regardless[…]
Sand in my shoes (Photo Courtesy : Praveen Chavannavar) The legs feel like lead. There is a slight pinging pain in your left knee. A remnant of an old injury is making a comeback at the worst of times. The strides feel out of sync. I feel like I am stressing my right leg more.[…]
If I had a choice, I would swap any kind of emotional pain with a straight forward physical pain. Give me an injury over a heart break. Give me a sprain over a lost friend. Worst-case, give me a fracture over failure. Sadly, I don’t ever have that choice and quite likely I might end[…]
As the months and years stack up I realize that it is harder to determine when was the last time I did something for the first time and actually considered it worthwhile beyond an insignificant statistic. So when a chance came by for me to go sailing I decided to jump on it right away.[…]
Recently, I read a book called the “Room” authored by Emma Donoghue. The book is a thought proving narration of a five year old that is forced to grown up in a single room. His mother tries her best to instill every bit of knowledge despite severe odds of being kidnapped and molested and imprisoned[…]
the one year itch As the next Michigan summer chimes in, we mark our first year together. It’s not just strange how quickly this year went past us but rather it feels a tad bit terrifying. This past one year our relationship has felt similar to that of being in a long distance kind. Even[…]