Then I have a revelation. My father used to ride the morning train. The people around me are like my father.
"Love is a feeling. Feelings are real.” That seemed clear enough. But Debbie was still confused. “Mom,” she continued, “When I feel stupid in class for giving the wrong answer, am I reall...
It reminds me of the shop our father ran when we lived in Bogotá. Our father did everything: carpentry, welding, painting, and other similar manual operations. He was passionate about the machin...
https://tiito101.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/how-our-lives-have-been-intersected/
Without the FitBit I felt disoriented. What was going to happen to my ‘stellar’ record of daily walking?
https://tiito101.wordpress.com/2015/04/11/living-without-tracking-my-daily-activity/
I lost the abilityNative speakers have a specific way they speak, and I had entirely lost this dialect. I spoke like a foreigner. to speak like a native
https://tiito101.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/i-lost-the-ability-to-speak-like-a-native/
Security overall went from being a boring subject, to grabbing international headlines. Think Edward Snowden.
Years ago, after watching The Wedding Singer, I asked about getting singing lessons and found it daunting.
https://tiito101.wordpress.com/2015/04/08/singing-from-the-heart/
Bogotá itself fills me with joy, especially the places that I know from my youth.
https://tiito101.wordpress.com/2015/04/07/bogota-my-favorite-destination-if-it-were-not-so-far-away/
This week tax filings are due. Back when the US Postal Service served our needs, we all had to make sure that the envelopes to the Federal and to the State governments were date-stamped no later ...
https://tiito101.wordpress.com/2015/04/06/tax-time-in-the-united-states/
I saw it was a trap. Like a cosmic “Candid Camera” show, where unsuspecting people are put in unusual situations, evoking comic responses for the viewers.
https://tiito101.wordpress.com/2015/03/31/encounter-with-aaron-and-the-devil/