Memories of My Monkey Life

Memories of My Monkey Life

“It’s because you were born in the Year of the Monkey,” my mother liked to tell me. That was how she made sense of my penchant for climbing. My desire to climb anything and everything all came down to the whim of the zodiac. As a child, I had no fear of heights. If...
Curried Memories

Curried Memories

Yesterday was a day for curry rice. By “curry rice,” of course, I mean “karee raisu,” the delicious Japanese concoction made from curry bullion paste. The paste blends with the ingredients of your choice to create a thick aromatic stew at once sweet and savory. I’ve...
Climbing My Way to Mars

Climbing My Way to Mars

“You take Jupiter, and I’ll take Saturn.” We were studying the solar system in our fourth-grade class, and Linda thought we ought to create the different planets in our houses. We wouldn’t do all the planets. I mean, who wanted to recreate Uranus anyway? We planned to...
Basement Dreams

Basement Dreams

The recent flood in my St. Louis house has put me in mind of other houses I have lived in along the way. Houses are so much more than shelters. They are more than prized possessions. They are containers of memories. The houses we have lived in and left shape the...
The Road Taken

The Road Taken

Lately I have been receiving emails with job announcements—not for my students but for me. Rebecca: Washington University in St. Louis jobs and others we think you will like!! Amazon Driver! Flex-time options. Valvoline Lube Technician Anheuser-Busch Machinist With...