I have never before considered my life’s purpose. What is your purpose? Does that answer come readily to you? I am curious. It never did for me. Not that I didn’t pause to answer it; I never considered the question. And I still didn’t consider it. However, the answer came to me. I was never [...]
So, National Poetry Month is over, but the poets haven’t left me alone just yet. I was listening to Studio 360, one of my favorite weekend NPR programs, and Quang Bao, a Vietnamese-American poet, was asked to describe the work of art that had the biggest impact on his life. (This is an ongoing series [...]
I used to love flying on airplanes. I used to look forward to it as part of the vacation. Our time in the hotel with the river pool and the extremely potent air conditioning, or the lobby through which flew wild parrots and the hotel room in which my brother got left behind when we [...]
I set my sights on the library today. After work, I was going to walk to the library in Chinatown. The one that had a copy of Molokai, which is our book club book for this month. I looked at it in Borders and for some reason set my mind to the fact that I [...]