Monthly Archives: July 2014

“That’s just the minutiae that doesn’t matter” was my mother’s response when I asked her what she used to do to celebrate my dad’s birthday. Minutiae. The meaning of the word fell on my mother’s deaf ears, while it reverberated loudly … Continue reading →

Nothing caps off a long day like receiving an email from your mother with the subject being “Directive.” Kind of makes one long for a solicitation from a Nigerian “businessman” or an email informing me that single Asian women think I am “hot.” On second thought … Continue reading →

As I watched Tim Howard block shot after shot after shot, my mind went back to my own childhood. I recalled the many afternoons spent facing my brother as he fired shot after shot after shot at his little sister. … Continue reading →