In my corner of the world (Seattle), we're in that in between phase of seasons. Our days are a little longer and the birds are more active. A walk through my neighborhood reveals crocuses, daffodils and camellias in bloom. So I have replaced the poinsettia with tulips as the featured plant in my house. But... Continue Reading →
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 →