Racing Thoughts(My blog)
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The bulk of those who have long-since moved away from reading or writing blogs, would probably answer“no.” Why then, am I starting a blog? Here is the list of my…
With my father’s recent death, I’m in the midst of an emotional reunion with many of my cousins on his side of the family, many whom I’ve not seen in…
Evidently, it’s not a thing. Telling people the dreams from the night before. Sometimes I care enough to keep my dreams to myself. Other times, they’re vivid and wild enough…
This is a new blog. I’ve had blogs before, some anonymous and others with my name visible. This blog is about grit, honesty (the brutal kind), and what happens when…
I have enough wrong with me that I’ve needed to come to terms with the fact I’m not one of those people who will live long. This isn’t about drama.…
To date, I’ve been kicked out of three Facebook groups. All three are groups run by younger women; Millennials and Gen Z. My presence wasn’t welcome in all three cases…
The fact that I hear chorale music when the AC is on, I’ve mentioned before. It was, at the time, cute and surprising and scary and confusing. I wondered if…
Saturday. I’m in line to take the ferry back to Seattle. The line is long, snaking around the building leading onto the loading dock. Our loading dock. I can’t remember…
I spent ten years working in northeastern Japan after the March 11, 2011 mega-earthquake, massive tsunami, and nuclear meltdown. I worked in a city largely flattened by the tsunami. Everyone…
Since Dad’s death last October, I’ve spent time looking through boxes of old letters, photographs, and papers. Why anyone would keep a letter written in 1961 (one of many) is…
The short answer is, I can’t possibly explain this in one blog entry. The longer answer first requires a question. Fellas, do you really not know? Or, are you just…
Whenever I see these types of articles—men telling women what to do/not do on a date with them—I cock my head to the side and say, “huh.” I stop with…
The assumption is these three words would be I love you. I agree those three said together hold power. To be loved is a gift. I know I am loved…
Yes, I know. Quite the dramatic statement. I’ve not come to this conclusion lightly. I also know, some young person out there might coin a new acronym for someone like…
It does make me wonder sometimes; just how much more can I change? Sometimes we acclimate instead of changing. Sometimes we protest. Other times we ignore the change expected of…
My father died a year ago. No part of his demise and death was easy. Nor was the aftermath. It just so happened that I last spoke to him on…
I feel the anger usually in my gut. It becomes a stiff, solid piece of clay which I could mold into different shapes, but I can’t maneuver it out of…
Perhaps it’s the newfound freedom to care less (if at all) about subjects, people, and activities. Aging does have its perks: I’m thoroughly enjoying saying “no” and I’m making better…
How many years has it been since women have been told we’re not allowed to wear skinny jeans anymore. Listen, y’all. Someone said and now it’s become a thing. Oh,…
Not the “pissed off” as in “piss off” and not “pissed” in that I’m not drunk. I’m royally angry. I’ve been angry for quite some time. I’m trying to learn…
I will ruffle feathers with that title. My intention is not to pick a fight. Today my writing is personal. I want you to know the reasons why I’m no…
I’ll prove it to you. Why of all days, when I’m frightened, exhausted, unable to sleep (again) do I bother to write? Because I believe Nora Ephron would. Yes, I…
Optimism is one of those things that sounds great in theory, like a salad in a diner—everyone says it’s good for you, but nobody really wants it. You order a…
Growing up, our family didn’t eat tacos. Largely because we lived in a country where no one had heard of tacos (Japan in the 60s and 70s). I knew of…