It feels different this time, the memories more distant yet more real at the same time. I’ve visited my hometown of Los Angeles before, when I lived in Boston, and again when I lived in Tokyo. True, the most recent trip was a while ago: two and a half years to be precise, a long […]Read More This Was My Life
I love Los Angeles. I love it because it’s home, naturally. I remember sitting around once with a couple of friends in graduate school, and we talked about the kind of place we envisioned ourselves settling down in when we got older. Without fail, all of us circled the towns and cities where we grew […]Read More I Love L.A.
What is it about family that can be so frustrating, difficult, even infuriating? My mom sometimes reminiscences about how patient, how obedient, how “good” I used to be, wonders what changed. I tell her it’s because I’m not a child. I have thoughts and beliefs of my own, draw upon experiences and knowledge that I […]Read More Blood and Water
In the midst of my grandmother’s final days, I couldn’t help but think about how different her life had been from mine, how everything she had been through had made things possible for me, my sister, our cousins. I received the news of her passing in Porto, on New Year’s Day. It pained me to […]Read More The Whole Wide World
I should experience the summer, I’m told. This in fact has been an almost universal refrain from denizens in Geneva, with the implicit – and sometimes not-so-implicit – suggestion that the other seasons are generally forgettable here. Quiet. Sleepy. Boring. It’s the general thrust of the city’s reputation. A colleague who has lived around the […]Read More By the Lake
I went on a run with a friend a few weeks ago. I don’t much go on runs. I loathe them – the awkward flailing, the sweat everywhere, including on my glasses, the gasping for breath if god forbid I tried to pick up my pace a bit or attack a slight incline. Worst of […]Read More Where the Heart Is