I was raised with sports analogies and a father who could put life’s most challenging moments in the contexts of the games that he loved.

Growing up, I ate a lot. I was the kid who had to eat a second meal after going to a friend’s house for dinner and was generally too hungry to ever be picky

The images we have seen the past few weeks have been powerful and we have all been affected by them - videos, photos, poems and tweets that have captured everything that is both horrible and wonderful about humanity.

The past few weeks have been really hard.

It was a different kind of Memorial Day weekend, one where I spent the majority of my time sorting my possessions into piles.

I grew up in a household that was serious about getting the most out of everything we purchased. From shoe goo (yes, that is a thing) to freezing loaves of bread to a semi-professional use of duct tape, we did our best to preserve what we had.

Much of navigating a city is figuring out how to carve out your own space among the masses. Whether it was walking around with ear buds in or not acknowledging the person 6 inches away from your face on the subway, we are usually fighting for our separation.

I would like to tell you that I have started writing my book or been spending time focusing on my photography but really I am barely getting this short invite written and out to you.

They told us to stay home. And for many of us, the lucky ones, this is what we have done. But what is a home exactly?

For me, there is nothing better than a cup of tea in the morning and a good podcast

The sirens seem to go all the time here and there are moments when this constant reminder of the danger is hard to take.

By now the reality has set in. We are at home (or not able to be in our homes) for what looks like a long time

A lot has changed in a week and so far there is only about one thing that is certain: we are going to be spending a lot more time at home these next few weeks. It may be alone, with a partner or with your family. This is going to be really weird.

I grew up in Upstate New York during a different time, a time when winter included snow. And from what I can remember, a lot of it. Snow days were glorious moments filled with sledding, hot chocolate and cinnamon swirl bread at our neighbor’s home.

In fourth grade I missed Valentine’s Day at school because I was away with my family. I came home to terrible news. A boy in my class had brought flowers and chocolates for me to school that day. I was mortified. So what did I do? I never talked to that boy again. Valentine’s Day has never been the same since.

If you are like me you woke up this morning and wondered how it could be possibly be the end of November already. Where did the time go?

I loved Halloween as a kid. Gearing up for the big night was all about haunted houses, creepy costume making and well, the anticipation of one night of unlimited free candy.

I recently had a birthday. Like we all do, every year. Another year older and hopefully wiser? Celebrations aside, the aging process is weird.

Getting take-out Chinese food was the ultimate treat when I was growing up. Even though my parents ordered plenty of food, my siblings and I moved fast to fill up our plates. There was this inherent feeling that there was not enough.

“Trust no one” I learned at a young age from my favorite science fiction show. Strange how much this phrase seems to define where we are today.