“Will you be my body guard? Will you stand around and look tough?” I asked Ming. We were by the Willamette river at a popular exercise, dog walking, bike riding spot. Right by the rose garden. I was sitting on a bench by my darling–a huge bay laurel tree. My pants legs were rolled up,… Read More »
Hello, I’d like to tell you about a great day Ming and I shared, in no particular order. delicious soup We went to this restaurant in Santa Barbara called Secret Bao. We went because we liked the name. I had this amazing soup made with sweet potato noodles. Ming took a picture of me enjoying… Read More »
“Has your loquat tree fruited yet?” I asked my friend. These friends here in Tucson, I’ve always loved their garden. “No,” she said. “Do you want to talk to it?” “Yeah,” I said. Usually people don’t invite me to talk to their trees. We went over to the loquat tree, and I touched a branch. … Read More »
“You look like you’re doing the elm dance,” Ming said. “Elm dance?” I asked. “What’s that?” “Elm dance!” he said, moving his arms in the air like I was. “I don’t know what an elm tree looks like,” I said. “Is this an elm tree?” We were at the park. I pointed to the tree… Read More »
“Is it ok if I like Traumatic Brain Injury people more than I like non-Traumatic Brain Injury people?” I asked Ming. “Yes,” he said. I love asking Ming ridiculous questions, and he is so good at answering them. “Good, because I like you best of all!” I said. the wall There’s genes, there’s brain waves,… Read More »
“Man, that’s the best ice cream,” I told Ming on our trike ride. “It’s ice cream’s ice cream. When ice cream goes to the ice cream shop, that’s what it orders.” I was talking about the chocolate ice cream from Trader Joe’s, velvety like fudgesicles. He’s out watering the garden. When we got home, I… Read More »