A week back in Tokyo.
Old friends. Unexpected reunions. And the strange realization that no matter how far life takes us, some part of us remains exactly who we once were.
New essay: ”The People We Once Were”
https://t.co/GMA9O5eGK1
#amwriting#poetry#Memoir#Tokyo#Japan
A day ago, I was on the other side of the world.
This morning, I'm sitting in a café in Tokyo, writing this essay.
Distance can bring certain memories closer.
New essay ↓
https://t.co/Y2DIWmBseV
#poetry#amwriting#Memoir#japan
While we were living in Yokohama, an Italian friend came to Japan on what he called a “business trip.”
A beret and red pants, a Gothic girl "work of art," and Yukio Mishima’s grave.
I wrote about one unforgettable week.
https://t.co/rJr0cduBHq
#Substack#amwriting#japan
I keep trying to live a disciplined life.
Some days I do, some days I don’t.
Somehow, French fries always find their way in.
New essay is up.
https://t.co/Oyoe6aOimx
#writing#essays#substack#life#routine#creativity
I wrote a proper introduction to myself and to this space, Small Moments on Substack.
I wrote about living between Japan and America, writing across languages, illness, memory, and the moments that shape a life.
Thank you for reading!
https://t.co/4TlaEWSyBy
I turned my garage into a dance studio.
The car gets kicked out. I stay.
Neighbors: probably confused.
Me: still dancing.
New essay ↓
https://t.co/SO4hsIyo6n
At 19, I crossed a country without thinking.
Now I watch my daughter cross the world.
How far will she go?
#amwriting#memoir#motherhood#travelwriting
Click here:
https://t.co/4IPr7C1IC4
At 19, I crossed a country without thinking.
Now I watch my daughter cross the world.
How far will she go?
#amwriting#memoir#motherhood#travelwriting
Click here:
https://t.co/4IPr7C1IC4
Here's a terrific essay about the history of two strong-willed women in the writer's family, and their recovery from wartime in a remote corner of Japan. Enjoy!
My grandmother raised eight children
and lost her land after the war.
She kept moving her whole life.
But what stayed with me most
was a stone that never moved.
New essay ↓
https://t.co/44xwp7vc1e
#amwriting#memoir#family#Japan
My grandmother raised eight children
and lost her land after the war.
She kept moving her whole life.
But what stayed with me most
was a stone that never moved.
New essay ↓
https://t.co/44xwp7vc1e
#amwriting#memoir#family#Japan