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	<title>Miyasan's Daughter</title>
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	<description>A Healing Journey of an Asian American Daughter</description>
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		<title>Nephew&#8217;s Birthday</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today I went to my nephew&#8217;s birthday party. It&#8217;s been a while since I&#8217;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&#8217;t expecting the emotional reaction I got driving past the exit off 695, where 83 veers off and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://miyasansdaughter.com/blog/2007/10/20/nephews-birthday/</link>
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		<title>Morning Glories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This morning I look out my front door and see the morning glories. They always make me smile. 
When we were living in New Mexico, we had a whole string of morning glories on our back fence. I used to stand by the back sliding door in the early morning hours and look at their [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://miyasansdaughter.com/blog/2007/10/03/morning-glories/</link>
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		<title>Without laughing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I can watch this without laughing&#8221;, my father said.
We were watching Red Skelton show, my favorite. Along with the Wonderful World of Color, Walt Disney&#8217;s Sunday night show, Red Skelton was the highlight of my week. In that short time segment, I was transported to a world of fun and laughter, of wonder and delight.
My [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://miyasansdaughter.com/blog/2007/10/01/without-laughing/</link>
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		<title>Creating Space</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been reorganizing my blogs, much as I am now trying to reorganize my life, carving out space and time in a rushing river of time. When perhaps, all I need to do is realize the fastest currents are within me.
I will be here more often now. I&#8217;ve been carrying thoughts of my mother lately.
Maybe [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://miyasansdaughter.com/blog/2007/08/09/creating-space/</link>
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		<title>Old Patterns</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I feel like a turtle. I come to a realization, like the one in October, make a decision&#8230;and then draw my head back into my shell and stay in the same spot. Then some time goes by, in this case, almost five months, and I emerge from my shell again, only to discover that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://miyasansdaughter.com/blog/2007/03/10/old-patterns/</link>
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