We are packing to go up to Seoul for Christmas. My bag is jam packed full of the work I will take up, but not get around to doing when I am there.  Eunjoo is busy packing things

"Get out of my yogurt!" she yells. "Get your yogurt off my chair!" I counter.

I tell my wife about the spy I met at the Starbucks in Seoul. It doesn't seem to surprise her. She tells me to "Ignore him, it is nothing." I show her the key

Happy New Year. Before we go up to Seoul for the new year, we have breakfast in the cafeteria at the train station. We have tokk soup. Tokk is mushy rice balls. Like the Japanese mochi. We eat

As my wife is sleeping, I open up her head and look inside. It's a mess. There are half-finished thoughts laying around all over the place- some discarded, some set aside, disparate ideas are thrown together,