Devon from the Teacher Training invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gathering, 8 people around the table, mostly Devon’s local close friends and loved ones, only Derek (Caroline’s friend) and I relative strangers.
As we dine, the sun sets, we eat by candlelight. Continue reading “The Mourning Moon”
Devon from the Teacher Training invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gathering, 8 people around the table, mostly Devon’s local close friends and loved ones.
Devon’s friend Caroline noted how we’ve arrived from different places, and how pairs and triple of us have all sorts of experiences in common. Only two of the diners were born in California, Caroline and Devon’s teenage son. This lead to origin stories. Continue reading “Good Luck Symbols and Dragons”
I arrived early and alone to a new event of the sort where you just sit and watch. The event was running late to start, and I sat there uncomfortably, looking around for acquaintances and/or mustering courage to talk to strangers. After a while, I saw K whom I knew a little bit through tango. Continue reading “Where Are You from?”
A few years ago, a teacher encouraged the class I was in to be curious. You know how sometimes you hear something that sounds profound, but you don’t really know what it means.
Possibly, because there are multiple meanings, as if it were a master key to many doors, some of them still hidden. Continue reading “A Meaning of Curiosity”
It’s a beautiful sunny day in May. I am seven and a half years old. My first year of school is almost over. We had the finals last week, and now it’s just day trips, games outside, and going over the summer homework. I am the best at reading in my class, because I can read 120 words a minute, measured by a little cute sand clock. Continue reading “So Many Colors and So Much Beauty”
Love letters understated 