Yesterday, even as a lone voice called to kill the police, it was repeatedly drowned out by the young people of all colors chanting, "Black Lives Matter, Say His Name, Say Her Name, No Justice, No Peace.” On this day, a blind hate did not overcome impassioned and honest cries for Justice.  My Asian son… Continue reading Coming around.

It’s the texture in life that we appreciate even as we crave the silken smoothness. My memory is filled not with the days of bliss and calm, but with the highs, the lows, the cuts, scrapes and misadventures, for they are what make up the mosts of life. The most memorable. The most enlightening, frightening,… Continue reading Texture

Motherhood has always seemed complicated to me. It wasn’t simple in the making, arriving years after we decided to become parents. My role model was long gone. Early on, I was unsure, overwhelmed, sad, and utterly confused by those three small children, their needs, their wants, their huge personalities and endearing charms. My days rolled… Continue reading On motherhood

Life is always uncertain. Even if you live with great faith, or great wealth, great fame, great family and friends, even if you are born under a shining star with a silver spoon in your mouth. Just ask Alexei Nikolaevich. The thing is, we are very good at convincing ourselves that we have control, that… Continue reading It’s the uncertainty I fear

One of my kids had surgery recently. It wasn’t what is categorized as major surgery. It was done in an outpatient surgical center. The whole procedure from check in to wake up took less than two hours. Door to door in less than three hours. A nice dinner out with friends can last that long.… Continue reading There’s no such thing as ‘minor’ when it’s your kid.