Pedal Strike

TweetMy parents are both typically Japanese…and not. They’re typically rarely [overtly, at least] proud of their daughters’ accomplishments. But they managed to skip the “parent stupid” phase where everything their children did was endearing and adorable. Maybe our faults were pretty blatant from the beginning. Maybe they didn’t want to be “those parents.” Maybe they […]

TweetI got rained on yesterday – for the first time this summer. It wasn’t even heavy rain, and lasted a mere 5 minutes. But lacking a front fender, my legs were instantly covered in beads of water, raising goosebumps on my unevenly tanned appendages. It was the first time, in a while, that I was […]

TweetThere’s an odd painting hanging in my sister’s apartment. A man and woman are facing each other, playing poker. The man is fully dressed, the women completely nude. And yet, you can see the man’s hand, while the woman keeps hers [cleverly] out of sight from the viewer. Ah, men. So predictable [if you replace […]

TweetThe unpredictable [well, more than usual] mood swings, the sometimes swirling depression, the desire to drown myself in ice cream and potato chips [at the same time]. All signs pointing to a very reasonable suspicion that my uterus is currently getting out of control. Estrogen, I hate you. The weather doesn’t seem to make it […]

TweetIt’s Tuesday, I know, but let me tell you about Sunday. Because there was ketchup involved, pre-5pm, and that is always a good thing. I think ketchup is a food in and of itself. It’s not a mere condiment; labeling it that strips it of its innate glory. It’s a pureed, red mess of vinegary […]