The scariest day of my life

March 7th, Fio admitted with unending seizure. :-(

March 7th, Fio admitted with unending seizure, lying listless after a spinal tap :-(

The scariest day of my life to date, luckily, seems to have no long-term consequence. To be honest, I still struggle to distinguish parent to child love and protective feelings from any other deep love like sibling, child to parent, spouse or good friend. In a way, I did for the first time on Saturday morning when my daughter started convulsing in my lap.  Continue reading

Japanese New Year

As it is the first day of FEBRUARY, I thought it appropriate to finally talk about my new year!IMG_5601

As is the custom in Japan, I spent 2 hours on the 31st doing prep for New Year day food with my sister-in-law before returning to my house and watching television over soba noodles and retiring around 10:30pm. Continue reading

My family and jetlag


When I travel, I almost always adjust within 24 hours. Partly because I don’t require sleep like normal humans, but mostly because I sleep on the clock of wherever I am and don’t allow naps or lie ins Continue reading

Botox and attractiveness of twisted TV characters…


Topics are only related by TV itself, but I’m trying to post more thoughts in real time, so here you go! I watch a lot of TV on Demand and it seems that the same advertisers buy this streaming video ad space. Recently this means Viagra, Botox, and holiday shopping commercials mixed in with ads for other TV shows on the same network. Continue reading

Voices of our parents…


I think we all experience this whether our parent is living or dead, but it feels when they have passed away: like it’s normal and then you are reminded that they are gone and then it isn’t normal anymore. Suddenly it is a memory, past, finite, done. A voice and a laugh that you will only hear in your mind, in echoes, in dreams. It’s no longer a memory of them, yet it is only a memory of them. You feel as thought they may actually be there whispering, where you never thought or felt that way before. It’s very paradoxical and all the thoughts, emotion, moment happen in just a that… a moment.  Continue reading

Chicken Broccoli stir fry from memory…


Chicken Broccoli stir fry is one my mother made often and I always loved. It’s simple, but there are a lot of small ingredients to make it awesome. I love cooking like this. I never measure anything (even when I do have a recipe) and I love learning how different flavor a work together and what flavors are common together. Continue reading

Silence and Reflection: what’s been going on with me…

Crawfish Madarao view - summer

I haven’t written in months. To be honest, I thought it was longer and I vaguely remember writing what I wrote. It has been a difficult year and I haven’t wanted to write about it and everything not about it seemed wrong. Now things are improving, at least on the surface. Continue reading