daily life/art/culture/justice and how they merge, clash, & play inside my northern state of mind (set in Hokkaido and Minnesota)
Yesterday my son decided not to take his nap. He lay in bed with his toy car and stayed silent, except for some muttering, for over an hour, without ever falling asleep. I figured the downtime might suffice for a nap…but in the evening he had reached that punch-drunk state of exhaustion, running wildly from […]
(Upon hearing the 2005 State of the Union Address) “The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.” –William Blake The fetid pond frightened away most visitors but not the reptiles, who slithered and slipped in the slime with slight chlorophyll grins. The water surrendered to the […]
My son pecks at food, never has been a three-square-meal child. He has some idiosyncratic preferences as well: he likes to eat ketchup with a spoon, parmesan cheese with nothing under it, uncooked spaghetti noodles, and frozen uncooked french fries. Neither my husband or I crave these foods, however. In his first days of daycare […]