When our youngest daughter was 6 or 7 years old, she made a bouquet of paper flowers from scratch. I was very excited because...
A Flower-Makers’ Great Granddaughter
When our youngest daughter was 6 or 7 years old, she made a bouquet of paper flowers from scratch. I was very excited because...
Are we really happy in this lonely game we play… (This Masquerade by Leon Russell) Several months ago, I sang this song for a worship service led by my friend, Mike Jenkins, at our Unitarian Universalist congregation. The song was a good fit to the main message: take off your mental masks so we can … Continue reading The Power of Masks
Several summers ago I was looking for seashells at the beach during a family vacation. Because my friends and I had agreed to sing songs for an event for people living in poverty with AIDS after the vacation, I decided to bring lots of beautiful, perfect shells for the occasion. My thinking was that since … Continue reading We Are As Good As We Can Be
“Mommy, I crashed your car.” When my son called me in a recent morning, my brain refused to comprehend his words. Then came a mixture of emotions and questions in my mind: Is the car drivable and how much would it cost to repair it? And what about the rate of our insurance? Why did … Continue reading My Son’s Car Accident: A Mother’s Confession
Long, long time ago one afternoon, I was looking at my first baby sleeping in her crib. She was so little and looked helpless in her crib-cage. She looked alone. But I, her mother, was standing outside and just watching her. Ordinarily I would have seen peacefulness or bliss in a sleeping baby. But on … Continue reading On Being Mother or Ultimate Loneliness
Last Friday started out to be a very unproductive day. After a couple of hours of struggling to find something meaningful to do, a large tangle of yarns on the floor of a closet drew my attention. The yarns used to be in a large plastic trash bag with the top tied in a knot … Continue reading Unraveling Tangled Yarns: Unraveling Tangles in My Brain
Some years ago my friend gave me something called a Magnetic Poetry Kit. It is a small plastic case filled with tiny magnetic strips, and a word is printed on each strip. I think it was a Christmas present but I’m not sure. I confess that I wasn’t too keen on it at that time. … Continue reading always a friend: a Magnetic Poetry Kit
My father died in August of 2012 from myelodysplastic syndromes that developed into leukemia. After the diagnosis in 2011, he kept telling my stepmother and me that he had an important unfinished business. It was an interview he had conducted decades ago. He wanted the world to know some important news revealed in the interview. … Continue reading My Father’s Unfinished Business
Leaves are red Leaves are orange Shining vividly in the cold autumn rain Leaves are red Leaves are orange Shining brightly in the cold autumn sun Leaves are red Leaves are orange Shining faintly in the cold autumn wind These words were written as refrains for a song after my father died on … Continue reading Fall Colors: Remembering My Father
Since September, I have been cleaning up a lot of stuff at home. Boxes of papers, including copies of literatures related to my old research and my children’s school notebooks, have gone to recycling. Yesterday I found boxes full of old lab notes and data from early ‘90s. I was a brand new Ph.D in … Continue reading An Old Lab Notebook