Mom. March 16, 2013.
I remember at the (especially) mouthy age of seven on Mother’s Day asking my mom why there wasn’t a Children’s Day. She responded with a smart yet gentle “every day is Children’s Day, Anna”.
I really want to see Jiro Dreams of Sushi.
Sitting in a coffee shop watching a grey day soaked in rain, drinking tea, looking at Adrian Jon Ragasa photos, and listen to Random Access Memories. I could be right back at home in Washington in this moment..