9/ I Remember Never Riding the Bus

Maybe I missed out on some key part of childhood, but I remember always having a ride to school.  Thanks, Mom.
(Lomo by Daniel Y. Go)

5/ I Remember Taking off the Training Wheels

I remember learning to ride a bike by preparing to fall and not get hurt too badly. The longsleeves and thick jeans, the accidental reflex of holding my breath as I began to fall; it was all so bracing and normal.
Daddy had to walk away and leave me alone. I had to ride in [...]

Raining / Pouring / An Old Man Somewhere is Snoring

Whilst trying to be a full-time grad student (RE: Theology), I am also attempting to be a small-business entrepreneur (RE: Copywriting/Editing).  In my off-mornings I am a barista.  And to cool-down in the afternoons I play dodgeball and tutor middle school students at a local non-profit.
I’ve had an uncanny amount of work with the writing/editing [...]

I Remembering Discovering a Band, All By Myself

My early twenties were important self-actualization years, as it goes.  I remember the day when I discovered Mates of State all by myself, without any help from my very-well-informed-hipster-before-we-called-them-hipster friends.  It was a very important, magical moment for me.
The year was 2002, my graduation year.  I discovered Mates of State’s first song Hoarding it For [...]

I Remember When Ketchup Made Me Feel Safe

I remember putting ketchup on every unfamiliar taste on my plate.  It was a vague way of controlling my environment, I suppose.
(photo by lamazone)