Good memories of my mom

I have a pretty good memory: an overall good memory and an especially good memory for things people tell me about themselves. My super good memory sometimes scares my parents, who think I might remember the (very few) times that they were less than perfect. I do, sometimes, but memories are more like a place…

Reason 178

#178: Community Gardens I never, ever thought I would list community gardens as a thing I love. A number of plants and pets have died under my care, including two supposedly immortal beta fish (RIP, Wally and Gloria Tallulah) and two baby turtles (RIP, September Rashid and Wheels Von Neumann Turtle). I would like to…

Reason 179

#179: The Eagles There is a pair of Bald Eagles that made a nest at the National Arboretum in 2014. They were promptly named The President and the First Lady because of course. Last year the eagles had a pair of eaglets. We could all watch them in the Eagle Cam (really) and they were…

Waking up in Venezuela

  A decade and a half ago I lived in Caracas, Venezuela. It’s the place where I grew up and the place that’s still home to many people in my family. Exactly fifteen years ago today Venezuelans, including my dad, my sister and me, took to the streets to protest the government of Hugo Chávez Frías. It…

An update on the reasons

In a misguided spring cleaning effort I deleted a lot of emails and just discovered that the email where I kept the original list of the 365 reasons was an unfortunate casualty of that. I can still come up with many, many reasons I love DC, but I am warning you that the reasons from…