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Continue reading →: Setsubun!
February 3rd (Wednesday) marks the annual celebration of the Japanese festival of Setsubun. The word literally translates to “sectional separation” and references a time when the lunar calendar was the only one in use and each year was separated into twenty-four sections according to the cycles of the moon. Now,…
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Continue reading →: Writing With Simplicity
All eyes turned to me as I audibly drew in my breath with a loud “huuuh” and my legs bent too quickly at the knee, causing the weights to crash down on each other. I blushed and pointed to the little white buds in my ear. “Podcast,” I explained. From…
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Continue reading →: A Coffee Experience
My friend Bill raves about the coffee place he frequents and after having some spectacular coffee at his house this past weekend, I asked him to take me to his spot. The Japanese are very particular about their coffees. One would think this was a solely tea-drinking society, but it’s…
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Continue reading →: Saturdays With Kids: The General Runaround
My son Bailey (age 10) exists at a low hum. By this I mean that he only has two speeds: ON and sleeping. He’s constantly on the go and he is moving every second of the day. The child can participate in seven races in a swim meet and then…
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Continue reading →: Writing as Pressure
I don’t often feel pressure to write. I write because I want to or have to; but I know a lot of people for whom writing is a major chore. Some people think their ideas are not good enough and some people are unsure of how to put their ideas…
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Continue reading →: Mornings in the City
Three times a week, I take a long walk with a friend 5:45am. We cover five kilometers in about 45 minutes, and while that is not race-worthy, it feels good. Mostly it feels good to be outside, to be doing something good for our bodies, and to chat so that…
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Continue reading →: Thursdays are for Writing: My Journal
This morning I had breakfast with a group of girlfriends. We are all expats in Tokyo – three Americans, two Canadians and a Korean and our kids attend the same school. We started the most fascinating discussion about history, war and perspective. One woman told a story about having a…
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Continue reading →: Write It Out!
Tokyo might just be one of the coolest cities on the planet in which to be a writer. Everywhere I look there is something happening or something I don’t understand or something that sparks my imagination. I’m a gai-jin, or foreigner in this city – an American – and a…
