My Space Race

When I was a child, I wanted to go to space. My ceiling had thousands of the tiniest glow in the dark stickers. Once laboriously applied, they represented all the stars and named constellations. The northern hemisphere laid above my pillow and the southern hemisphere was splayed out above the foot of my bed. But…

My, Here Comes a New Challenger

The 90s There he stands, the 5 foot 9” ascetic, staring back at me with dead eyes. A terrifying string of yellow skulls adorn his neck, a not-so-subtle reminder that mercy would not be shown nor expected. I clench my fists, remember my training, and take a deep breath. 3…2…1…Fight. “If you spent half as…

My Chi Chi

As a kid, I loved cheese.  As an adult, I still love cheese.  Obsessed.  Nowadays, it’s a socially acceptable addiction as long as you can say a thing or two about cheeses with silent Ts. Roquefort, camembert, brie…the frenchier the better. Brie doesn’t have a silent T but just making sure you’re paying attention. And,…

My Shoes

Our shoes decide what kind of person we are going to be.  There I stood directly in front of this phrase contemplating its meaning. It was printed in a flourishing script worthy of a constitution or declaration of rights. It’s the kind of quote that makes you think. It’s the kind of quote that might…