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seasons change

My dear friend asked me a question, and I thought I would answer as a blog post.  This is about how seasons change and I change along. summer’s ordeal Summer is a long ordeal here.  May it starts getting hot, and then June through September is blazing.  October can be hot still.  So almost half… Read More »

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fell off my bike

This morning I fell off my bike.  It just got fixed, this junky bike a neighbor made for me.  We took it to a bike shop to get the brakes fixed and a tune up.  We picked it up yesterday. I was riding down the street and Ming hadn’t left home yet.  He always locks… Read More »

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the mystery of love

mama Fall without my mom is pretty ridiculous.  Today feels like the first real fall day, and I’m crying, that she is not on earth with me.  It feels really stupid, like too much to ask.  How could I have fall without her? The coolness, sweaters.  The smell of pencils being sharpened.  Trees losing their… Read More »

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internalized anarchy

“I’m glad you had some rice,” I told Ming.  “I like sharing my food with you.  It’s like it tastes better!” It was early morning.  We were in the kitchen, and he had just thanked me for rice.  Sometimes I slice up a sweet potato and put that in my rice to cook, and a… Read More »