Category | Observations
Do I Bow or Can I Hug?

Do I Bow or Can I Hug?

Do I Bow or Can I Hug?

I pondered this question as I sat on the ten-hour flight from Los Angeles to Haneda Airport near Tokyo for our first ever visit to Japan. Tatsuya had been a twenty-nine year old businessman when he joined our family briefly in 1994. He came as part of a cultural program being offered to my school at no cost: read more…

Polite Panic

Polite Panic

It’s fifty degrees and the March sun is shining. I put on my water-resistant cross-country ski gloves, take hold of a shopping cart, and pass through the automatic door. I am at my local Hannaford supermarket. read more…

One Fine Day

One Fine Day

It is September in the year of the pandemic. A summer of drought followed by torrential rains and high winds brought what seemed to be a sudden and cruel end to the fall foliage. Our majestic sugar maple read more…

‘Til It’s Gone

‘Til It’s Gone

Late last night I heard the screen door slam,
And a big yellow taxi took away my old man….

by Joni Mitchell

I never appreciated how much I needed toilet paper until I got to the store and found the paper aisle shelves bare and Amazon only

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Mission: Groceries

Mission: Groceries

I stood fourth in a line of hopeful shoppers armed with newly disinfected shopping carts, holding tightly to paper lists of needed items, and concealed behind an array of colorful homemade masks. Some wore goggles;
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