Seven-and-a-half ~ Yes, we all have our job. Yours is to study, mine is to cook and teach you, Daddy’s is to make money. Huh. I have the hardest job of all. ————— Umma, what is the bottom number? The lowest number….the floor? *Smile* It’ll be a negative number, right? Way below zero. Only God… Read More Words Between Mom and Boy, Part 3
Mr: Honey, your playing was beautiful. I was reminded as to why I married you. Mrs: You need reminders, huh? Mr: Yep. Mrs: Gotta blog that. Boy: Blog it! Blog it! Blog it! Apr 11, 2015
At seven-and-a-half, Tennyson memorized the first seven verses of John 1 in Latin and English in the homeschooling with Classical Conversations, a global home education program based on the ancient Classical model of learning. I set each text to song and he downed them like dessert. In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum,… Read More Long Live Latin
Night has pressed her hand to your eyes. You fly dragons over magic rivers and lead clone armies through red dust of Mars. I follow your brows, lashes, these long limbs, hands that build Lego tales and castles, draw warbirds, roll out sixteenth triplets; these hands feel older now. Whom will they hold? I watch… Read More You Didn’t Know I Kissed You Tonight
Why do we marry? I mean, why do we want to? I think eyeing that green, green grass of marital bliss as singles, we think more of the physical and emotional intimacy and the charming notion of making house. Those who live by convictions of faith or tradition that prescribe sex only within marriage may… Read More Finale: Why We Love
When a sentence was not halfway out of my mouth this particular morning, Mr. Wayfarer’s phone beeped. As I continued talking, I saw I’d been trumped by Text Almighty and the dialogue had turned into a soliloquy. I got mad at the ready disregard for my words, at Husband’s adulterous adoration of his phone. I… Read More Not Getting Through Husband
Once again I have trouble believing how fast it’s gone, the holidays all the more disarming in California for the arrant summer that asserts herself into months reserved for the cold. The year draws to a close, swift like winter night. Beneath the din, the festivities heighten the loneliness for many. It’s the dissonance between… Read More We Survive the Night by Candlelight
His: Korean Food, home-cooked (BAH! Do you know how time-consuming it is?) Hers: Completing To-Do List (cheerfully) His: Touch (Bah! Just Bah!) Hers: Eye contact, full attention. Turn off A.D.D. (Touch not necessary.) His: Live piano music (Well, all right. I do miss playing.) Hers: Time. To. Write.
Back in high school, a good friend said after meeting my family, “Your mother is so beautiful. What happened to you?” I laughed. Good question. Part of Mom’s looks have been their enviable resilience to time, something she never took for granted. Korean women remain vigilant against the insistence of gravity on their face, and… Read More Men and Women: Another Difference, Part 2
I deserve flak from my female cohorts. As a young adult, I never got the I-AM-WOMAN-HEAR-ME-ROAR hullabaloo. Why Oprah and devotees, TV shows, and pop culture rattled on about the woman with all the balls up in the air, exhausted in the attempt to satisfy diverse roles. Then I got married. And became a mother.… Read More Men and Women: Another Difference
A Holistic Journey 