Juicy

Every year on Pearl Harbor Day, I like to tell the story of my late mother, who was picking oranges with her best friend on December 7th, 1941, when they got the news that the Japanese had bombed the US Naval Base in Hawaii. ¬†Every year after, she picked the first orange of the season … Continue reading Juicy

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Blessings in Disguise

Wallowing in post-holiday exhaustion/annoyance/envy/loneliness yet paradoxically grateful to have some alone time, then BAM!--stunned by the unexpected yet unsurprising news that a good friend has died, and suddenly I am so damn sick of being accepting. ¬† I think, who came up with this business where people routinely die, just disappear--the roles they played go … Continue reading Blessings in Disguise