Elmer is the name and thinking is the game. This is Thinking Log. Not a polished blog. Not a personal brand. Just a place where I think in public—notes fr...
When I picked up this book in the travel section of my local big-box bookstore, I thought it was about an exciting adventure in which a woman rode her bicycle to Tehran. True, there was a bike and a woman was riding it. But this book is not a book about cycling from the UK to Tehran. This book is many things: advocacy for displaced refugees, the plight of the Palestinians, the terrible conditions…
Picture this: You've been at the hospital all day, or so it seems. When it's finally time to leave, you rush to the parking garage that, for some reason, is on the 7th floor. While that's great for cardio, it is not so for when you're in a rush. You reach the top and discover that your car is the only one there. You press the brake pedal and...nothing happens! The car's dashboard lights up like a…
At 40, I never thought life would come to this. That one day I would wake up, look at my reflection in the mirror, and no longer be the "me" that I've always known. This stranger that stares back is familiar to me; I recognize the scars, but it is not "me." Not the me I see when I close my eyes and remember a rainy summer's night making out with my grammar school crush. Not the same me who was…