Hing Hay Park appeals to me in so many ways. A fusion of languages. East meets West. Old World merges with New World. Active and passive space. Welcoming. Having grown up with two cultures--Japanese and American--this park is special to me. I see faces that remind me of my mother, her family and friends. I... Continue Reading →
I'm employed as a communications specialist by a large human services organization. Each week, I spend a day or two working in a field office with program staff and a day at our administrative office. At both locations, I share desk space with other staff and I'm not actually in an office (imagine a cubicle... Continue Reading →
The seasons collided today in Seattle. Fall met winter on this blustery, in-between day as autumn leaves got pelted by snow and rain. The unsettled weather made for a great urban walkabout and I captured a snippet of it in this Instagram video.
My mother was an immigrant and I remember some of the challenges she had to overcome as she forged a new life for herself in America. A native of Japan, my mother grew up during World War II. She lived through hardships, survived air raids and lost family members. During post-war reconstruction, she found work... Continue Reading →
Two days ago it was summer, sunny and 92 degrees. We went for an after work swim in the lake. Yesterday it was fall, breezy and 70 degrees. We harvested the onions from the garden. The in-between season has arrived. Summer has given its notice to vacate and fall is preparing to move in. The... Continue Reading →