When I was in college, my parents and sister went away for an extended weekend without me. I don’t remember how long they were gone or where they went—it seemed like they never went anywhere. What I do remember is my ill attempt to throw a party while they were away. In my dreams I … Continue reading A Mary Party
For the second time in five days, I got to make a home-cooked meal for my son. The occasion? He and his girlfriend, Nicole, were coming up to attend the MS Walk which we try to participate in annually. My friend Sarah has organized a team for the walk for the past 12 years to … Continue reading Home Coming
As newly arrived immigrants to the U.S., my parents did a fairly good job of adopting American celebrations, with their own twist of course. At Thanksgiving my dad would prepare turkey with a stuffing of his own creation which varied from year to year. Hard boiled eggs regularly appeared in his stuffing. Turkey would be … Continue reading A Season of Reinvention
