The Full Measure of Happiness

The happiest moment of my life was the day I got married. I didn’t really think it would be. I thought my wedding would be really, really nice. Pretty. Simple. Fun. But the best moment of my life? I didn’t believe I could plan something like that. I didn’t think you could choose a day and make it the best. Charlie and I worked on the details for months – The taco truck that would pull up in our driveway. The place under the tree in our yard where we would stand on a star quilt given to us by…

My first trip to Texas with my Baby Girl

I have flown back to Texas dozens of times now. Year after year, I return from somewhere in the world to THE somewhere that held my little soul for all the years of my childhood. Having lived outside Texas now for nearly half my life, I notice it fresh every time – the rolling brushland, the easy mood, the crisp air, the yellow of winter grass and light blue of the big, wide winter sky. This past flight home was the first time I was introducing this wonderland to my kid. Our Baby Girl is nearing the 3 month mark,…

All my selfies – 2015

For the last three years I have taken the same selfie every day. The video here is every selfie from 2015. I started these videos because of a segment I was doing for Cities 97, and I haven’t stopped. A little reminder pops up from the Everyday App, and I stop what I’m doing and take a selfie. It takes 45 seconds to see my year play out. I must have been too hungover for a selfie on January 1 because the first selfie is me at work with my favorite cowl I’ve ever made (#knittingnerd). The third is in a…

another new year in armenia

On the last night of 2009 I was sitting with my best Peace Corps friend, Zoë, talking late into the evening about New Year’s resolutions.  We almost missed the New Year, and with moments to spare we ran outside with pots and pans to ring in the new year with a metallic clamor. This year I was invited by my friend and co-worker, Gayane, to spend the evening of the 31st with her family.  When I called to confirm the plans, I found out that they had already prepared a room for me to sleep in after we had toasted…

my texan mother in armenia

Most of the past week I think I’ll save for my novel/memoir/perpetually-put-off-piece-of-literature.  That is both a artistic decision, and a way of avoiding the impossibility of putting into words this past week with me, Mom, and Armenia. But, despite the length, consider this a taste. I saw her at first down the hallway, behind the glass partition, my mother looking much skinnier, a little lost, and washed over with anticipation.  She saw me jumping up above the crowd, waving one arm and holding a bouquet of flowers in the other, this little collection of green, white and lavender, a message…