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Terrible Tuesdays
Terrible Tuesdays Tantamount To Total Throw-up(?) Hmmm… Another alliteration fail. What’s a good T word for destruction, or wipe-out, or annihilation? My tuesdays have become a marathon of a day. I have a longer day at work, adding an extra ten minutes to my typical thirty five minute commute due to rush hour. By the…
Dirty Laundry of My Soul
There are a billion reasons not to blog more often. Here are some of mine, in order of significance: 1) Nobody needs to see the dirty laundry of MY SOUL. It’s vulnerable exposing your words, the conduit of my inner workings, onto the forever internet. What if I change my mind? What if I don’t…
Change of Mind
Two weeks ago I was atop a beautiful horse named Pistol, trailblazing a scenic mountain in Carbondale, Colorado. My two young guides were telling me their dreams of marrying ranchers and working with horses for the rest of their lives. Today, I maneuvered my Prius around scooters, old men on bikes, and a billion other…
Inbox Me
Yesterday I got my bangs trimmed. Is the upkeeping of bangs not the most annoying chore ever? Every. Three. Weeks. Anyway, I looked pretty cute if I may say so myself, of course I narcissistically go to instagram myself. Did you know the rear facing camera on the iphone is much lower quality than the…
A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens, a time to be born and a time to die,a time to eat out and a time to order in,a time to dress fancy and a time to go casual,a time to learn and a time to veg,a time to…
Home Makeover Edition
It is true. In the past two weeks I have painted the walls of two rooms in my home, replaced the kitchen backsplash, installed a bookshelf, assembled a homemade bulletin board and ordered some wall decals for a finishing touch. Don’t mind me, I’m going through a phase. I’m addicted to pretty, it’s a thing….
Faith in Santa, and God.
Some old six-year-old soul broke the news to Lizzy in Kindergarten: Santa is not real, it’s just Mom and Dad. We are not dogmatic about Santa. As she has discovered the truth, we didn’t force the fantasy. What we didn’t expect was for her younger brother by three years, to come along and convert her…
Give us this day our daily bread
Last week, the kids and I had dinner at our friend’s house where she served homemade dinner rolls. It was delicious and inspired me to make it myself. The recipe was easy enough except it required kneading for, get this, SIX to EIGHT MINUTES. People, this is ridiculous. Is this actually how breads are made…
Scarecrow: Some People Do Go Both Ways
When you grow up, as I did, in a Taiwanese family but schooled in a Western context, you learn to cope with dissonance. When your “village” consists of parents and teachers from dramatically different cultures, you are raised to straddle two boats floating in different directions. I have blogged in the past about my TCK…