Yesterday I learned that the word tresoro means "treasure" in Spanish. I immediately thought of this photo: The red checkered seal and the yellow horse were made when I was in grammar school, just for me, by my friend's mom. Liz Chatfield was incredibly colorful … [Read more...]
Where Bloggers Go to Die
Okay, sorry to alarm you. I'm not dead yet. I just feel kind of bad for this blog, House of Prince, because I've been working on my taxes today. What does that even mean? I know you're asking yourself that question. Or maybe you asked yourself Why am I even reading this?and … [Read more...]
Just Right
Her greatest wish was to have a best friend. Someone she liked, who made her laugh, who brought her joy. To be included. To have someone to save a cookie for. A buddy for the bus ride to the field trip. Her best friend would hand deliver a birthday party invitation instead of … [Read more...]
Pretty Sneaky, Sis
I was a child when Video Games became a thing. The Christmas when my parents got us an Atari 2600 has become a mythical time in our lives. I remember bleary dry eyes and joystick thumb from playing until we dropped. Even with advent of the screen, we played outside all the … [Read more...]
The Road Taken
When I was 24 I moved from New Haven to Pasadena. I packed everything I wanted to bring with me into a bunch of big boxes and shipped them via UPS to the site of my new unseen apartment on Cordova Street, blocks from Colorado, a mile from CalTech. It would have been romantic and … [Read more...]
My Happy Place
Do you have a happy place? A place you imagine when the yoga teacher tells you to close your eyes and empty your mind of all thoughts? I know, that's breaking the rules. You're supposed to empty your mind, not fill it with an image, but it helps me to imagine my happy place as a … [Read more...]