She asked, in a somewhat testing way, who would be willing to sell their pink Harley Davidson right now?
Looking around, I saw other raise their hand, so I stuck mine up in the air as well. Sure, I’ll sell it. I hate pink.
From (an) Immigration Point
Nearly eight years ago I was migrating to the US. My ex-husband and I visited San Francisco where he took […]
Conflicted by Racial Implications of Ji-Young on Sesame Street
Yesterday I saw this LinkedIn post with the AP News article about Ji-Young, the first Asian American Sesame Street character. […]
Short Dreams: Smoked Ham
I joined a walk with some kids and their caretakers for a school project. As I was proudly digging into the ham, my friend Mary takes a second look.
“That ham is rotten.” she says.
Oh, Deer
A deer was in the road, freshly hit by something coming the other way. Looked like it could have been […]
COVID-19 Experience 1: Social Discancing on the Trail
Walking on the bay trail with my friend. I’d never seen as many cars parked and we walked side by […]
Marjolein Goes to America 