This blog is dedicated to my mother, to China and Japan


Miyasan Yumei 1949
Known then as
"Yasuko Miyafuji"


Truest Friends

Some things happen so easily, so elegantly that’s it’s difficult to not believe it was meant to be.

Last week, I received an email from Doris, a beautiful lady I haven’t seen in over 14 years. She sent the email to myself and another beautiful lady, Dee, whom I haven’t seen in just as [...]

A Rainbow Gift

I didn’t mean to do it. I was moving the boxes, and I thought, no big deal, I’ll just open the little box. There were stamps and other papers in there, but nothing of a personal nature. Then I went to the box that held two ornamental paddles and an old black lacquer jewelry box. [...]

Opening the Box

It could be a Pandora’s Box…or a treasure box. Perhaps it’s a little of both.

Today on the phone, my oldest daughter, Dionna informed me she had a box filled with writings by my mother — loose leaf paper (numbered, thank goodness), scraps of paper, and envelopes, lots of envelopes written on the front [...]

What does it mean…

…to be Miyasan’s daughter?

For so long I had seen my mother through her wounds, her needs. And in my way, I related myself to her through my own. But now, as I’m engaged in a writing challenge, (NaNoWriMo – a novel in 30 days) I find that I’m seeing her in more and more [...]

Nephew’s Birthday

Today I went to my nephew’s birthday party. It’s been a while since I’ve been back to that area. I think the last time I went was his birthday the year my sister died, three years ago.

I wasn’t expecting the emotional reaction I got driving past the exit off 695, where 83 veers off [...]