Dears,

My blogs have become fish bowls. Confining me. For years and years, I’ve been writing about Alzheimer’s or David or Singapore–all in separate locations. Great subjects, yes, but now I want to write about everything in one spot.

So, from now on, here’s what you’ll find here in this place:

What it means to walk on land when you were born to swim. Think of a bull in a china shop. 

What it feels like to have been born in the Philippines, raised in Florida, now living in Vermont. It feels like irony and ecstasy in equal measure.

Why I wanted to see the Panama Canal. It’s a sprinter’s dream: the world’s greatest shortcut. Hello, duh?

Who I know that got away with murder. True story and I’m rewriting it again, and I need to talk about it. Even though it took place 25 years ago. 

How to live with Alzheimer’s disease as if its an A on your forehead. Live like there’s no tomorrow. 

And why I keep moving. Because mermaids, like sharks, drown if they stop.

I will go out on a limb with my tail fin. You in?

Love,

Nan