A Mother’s Heart

Dear Son, When I met you, my Valentine’s Day surprise, I labored (literally) under the impression that I was opening my heart to you, my new little person, my son. Surrounded by pink and red balloons, I held you to my breast and promised you the world. Now I...

Reverence with Flair

I shuffle through the crowd to the front and step into the first open space I see. Water bubbles over the stone fountain, the sound accompanied by people spitting all around me. I try to remember what I’m supposed to do next. Maybe just a peek at the woman next...

Perception

There are no Cadillac Escalades in Japan. No Expeditions, Yukons, or Range Rovers either. Imagine all the super-sized and mid-sized SUVs and 95% of the CUVs (including CR-Vs and RAV4s) and take them off the road. Japan doesn’t have them. There are a lot of kei...

Dandelion

On a walk yesterday my 4-year-old reached down and plucked a flower from a grassy spot. “Look, Mom,” he beamed as he thrust the bloom at me, “dandelion!” I took it and rubbed the petals on his forearm to “make butter” just as my...

The Black Kite

Meet the Black Kite, or as I named it yesterday, “Son of a b**** almost bit me!” That’s right, today I’m getting real. Another American woman chuckled and told me that’s the sea hawk, but after a little googling I learned it’s...