Another spring break has come and gone, and it’s gone by in the usual fashion, filled up to the brim with projects and gardening. My mother makes a tradition of going out to see her mother whenever she can break away during spring break, and, having the time, I decided to join her for the drive and visit.
Now the spring break trip isn’t for kicking up our feet and catching z’s. In our family, that simply isn’t done! Spring break at Grandma’s house means recovering the garden in the backyard—taming bushes, decimating weeds, severing roots, and other necessities in places where gardens will actually take over if you don’t pay attention to them. I suspect it’s rain that causes this. Read the rest of this entry
My love of video games started early, when I would watch my older brother play for a few hours at a time, who was an entertainment of his own with snarky running commentary and priceless reactions. Once, he nearly toppled out of his chair with surprise when his character opened a chest and a spider jumped out at his face. Remembering it now still makes me smile.
While my time for playing games has diminished significantly over the years, I still pick one up from time to time and sneak in some adventuring. I’ve played some great games, such as Journey, Uncharted, and the bizarre quirk that is Katamari, but lately I’ve had one on my mind that I wanted to write about. Last fall, I played Dragon Age: Inquisition from Bioware, which won the Game of the Year. It was such an engrossing experience to play, and I thought I might try to capture some of that sparkle with words. Read the rest of this entry
Close to this time a year ago, I posted about the senbazuru, or one thousand cranes, that my sister and I folded together. I thought it might be a good time, then (better late than never, right?), to post the pictures of the cranes strung together. They have long since taken flight back to Japan, but I have some photographs to remember them by.
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If you know me, it doesn’t surprise you when I pick up a new hobby. I pick them up like pretty pebbles along a hiking trail. However, unlike pebbles, my new hobbies don’t usually end up being tossed away or back onto the path where I found them. They typically wind up in decorative jars at home or sometimes, they even go through a polishing process until they turn into quite lovely things indeed. Read the rest of this entry
It’s been a year of continuous thrills for the fan communities— the latest installments in the Marvel cinematic universe, “stay-tuned” trailer releases and announcements like the upcoming films in the worlds of X-Men and Harry Potter, a Christmas special for Sherlock fans. And this week’s treat, the release of the brand-new, no kidding, no spoilers Star Wars sequel. Read the rest of this entry
It is the week of Thanksgiving, which means many things to many people. For some, it is a dreaded week of hectic schedules, preparations, and stressful social events. For some, it’s packed with school activities and projects, the promise of a few days off being the carrot at the end of the stick. For others, it’s a time to look forward to, to remember blessings, and to gather with family and friends. For still others, this week means none of those things, and some much sadder things besides. Read the rest of this entry
This past week, with the various tragedies that occurred all over the globe, will be remembered with sadness. My heart breaks for the enormous loss of life that so many have witnessed and that so many more will mourn. This time of year is usually when I find poetry more suited for expressing the ideas swirling around in my mind, so I wrote a poem for the day that Paris went dark. My thoughts have been focused on Paris because it is a place where I have walked some of the streets, seen the faces of the people who call it home. I wrote this poem for them, but also for the people in Beirut, and for all of the people who have lost loved ones to tragedy. Read the rest of this entry
The first time I saw him, I wondered if we had met before. I thought the feeling would be easy to shake off, because I knew that I’d never seen this fellow before. Instead, I felt that hesitant sense of discovery, the back-and-forth dance that some of us do when we think we recognize someone a small distance off, but we’re not quite sure. Read the rest of this entry
One of the hardest things for any person to do is to explain how their mind works. For some, the difficulty is that they simply don’t know. This has its pros and cons. For others, they know exactly and could not, for the life of them, describe it in a coherent way. This too, has its pros and cons. As someone in the latter camp, I can tell you it’s a lot like walking in a garden. You know it’s your garden. You know you planted some things. You even laid some of the footpath yourself. But what comes up, what crawls up over the garden wall, what spreads faster than you can cut it back, what ugly thing finally blooms into loveliness—that you never know. Read the rest of this entry