Memoir: Sanctuary Library

Most people assume that all staff that work in libraries are librarians, but the majority are a support staff of: library assistants, aides and pages. Yes there are library pages! I’ve been in love with libraries all my life, I see them as one of the last outposts of government sponsored local community support. They…

Memoir: The Mystery of Language

In Korea I would blend in physically until I’d have to speak, my accent instantly exposes me as a foreigner. When I try to communicate in Korean, I speak like a toddler, in broken half-phrases, “Me go to sleep,” kind of cave-speak, but at 3yrs old I could understand and speak fluently in both languages,…

Journal : Creating as Therapeutic Connection, Part One: Making Zines

I’ve always loved art and literature and I was an early reader. My first books came from my mother’s coworker friend. She gave me Dr. Seuss’ “Mr. Brown Can Moo Can You?” and various elementary school text books when I was in preschool. It was the early 70s and simplistic stories about Dick, Jane and…

Thank You Bruce Lee

Copyright free images of Bruce Lee The Martial Artist, Bruce Lee internationally elevated Asian attractiveness during the 1960s. Before (and unfortunately after) him, both Asian men and women were depicted as unattractive and/or villianously alien but at least his magnetic presence propped open the door to eventual positive Asian portrayal in media. The standard depiction…

Memoir : Big White Van (part one)

Image from pexels.com I remember the fake polar bear fur that lined our polyester pink snow quilted jackets; we were born 6yrs apart but Mother often dressed us as identical twins. Our white commercial van had an unbolted, swerving back seat that jumped and jolted, we rode unseat-belted in wagon wheel fashion, with big leaps…

Memoir : Diamond in the Rough

Mom always said I was a diamond in the rough. “You’re an uncut diamond that was dropped, accidentally lost in the dirt. You’re beautiful, but no one can see that, because you hide your beauty.” What she meant to say specifically was, my sloppy boyish clothes and my unmade up face, were disguising my true…

Memoir : Them Slanty Eyes

“Well, you’re comin’ home with me!” She said matter of factly. “You can stay on board my boat for the next few days, while you sort things out.” “Thank you! I can do chores on your boat while I’m here.” I said. “Don’t you worry, I’ll put you to work! You can clean my boat…

Memoir : I don’t understand you

“Hello, Can I police have dat feesh over dare? Its dat fresh? From today come? How much ess dat will be?” Mother asked the sweaty fishmonger. “Whaat? I don’t understand you!” He shouted unnecessarily. “Sorlee, I say, can I havah dat squid over dare? How much is dat priced to me?” She sighed. “What’re you…