Browsing: Last names

Let’s be honest: naming a human being is terrifying. I remember staring at my wife in the hospital room, holding…

Have you ever lost an entire afternoon digging through old census records, just looking for one specific name? I have.…

I still remember the heat. It was one of those oppressive, heavy afternoons in Guadalajara where the air feels like…

I’ll never forget the smell of peat smoke and stale beer in that small pub just outside Dingle. I was…

I still remember the smell of roasting coffee and old paper in my grandfather’s study. It was a small, cluttered…

I still remember the smell of my grandfather’s study. It wasn’t just old books; it was a mix of stale…

You ever walk through an old boneyard, just reading the weathered stones and wondering about the lives chiseled into that…

You know, there’s a distinct moment I recall from a humid train ride between Delhi and Chennai that sums up…

I still remember the specific smell of the pub in Portree—stale beer, damp wool, and the faint, sweet scent of…

I still remember the first day of kindergarten in Chicago. The teacher paused at my name on the roster, her…

Names are heavy things. You hand them to a stranger, and before you’ve even opened your mouth, they’ve already made…

I still remember the smell of my Nonna’s kitchen on Sunday mornings. It was a mix of garlic, simmering tomatoes,…