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Body: in sickness and in health

I won't lie; this body and I have had our issues with each other for many years. Body image -- sure. Physical and mental overextension -- comes with being a Type A kind of girl. I still struggle with these things, so they show up from time to time in my writing.

More recently, illness, pure but not simple, has added itself to the mix in a multi-system sort of way. And the challenges in figuring out exactly what's gone wrong are many. As problems have revealed themselves in the last few years, beginning with reactive hypoglycemia in late 2008, I've documented them here, partly to gain a little clarity on managing complex conditions but mostly to give voice to vulnerabilities I feel but don't normally share with anyone face to face. Better out than in, they say, right? (Oh yes, humor is one way I deal.)

The links below cover the different angles I've examined (and from which I've been examined) within that experience.

Travel: neither here nor there

When the person you're married to lives two time zones away, you log a fair number of frequent flier miles. And if you blog about commuter relationships, you log quite a few posts en route too.

Since we're no longer in separate places, I blog less often from airports. But we do travel -- together now! -- which is much more fun to write about. So in addition to thoughts on our years of commuting, the links below cover the places we've been as a pair and, in some cases, the adventures that have happened on the way.

Writing: the long and short of it

Why do I do it? Good question. Maybe it's not so much that I like to write but that I have to write, even when the words refuse to stick to the page. Believe me, I've tried doing other things like majoring in biochemistry (freshman fall, many semesters ago). Within a year, I'd switched to English with a concentration in creative writing and wasn't looking back.

After graduating, I taught English for a few years and then worked as an editor, which I still do freelance. In 2007, I applied and got into an MFA program at a place I like to call Little U. on the Prairie. I finished my degree in 2011 and have been balancing tutoring and writing on my own ever since.

The following links cover the writing I've done about writing: process, content, obstacles, you name it. It's not always pretty. But some part of me loves it, even when it's hard. And this is the result.

Heart: family and friends

I'd have a hard time explaining who I am without being able to talk about the family I grew up in as well as the people I've met beyond its bounds. But even with such context, it's not easy! In the simplest terms, I'm a first-generation Asian-American who has spent most of this life caught between cultures. That, of course, doesn't even begin to describe what I mean to, but there's my first stab at the heart of it all.

That's what this group of posts is reserved for -- heart. The essential parts of my life whose influences I carry with me, for better or worse. The links below cover what I've written as I've learned how these forces work within me, for me, against me, in spite of me. They anchor me even as they change me, and they keep life interesting.

Recommended reading

What do I do when there's too much on my mind and my words won't stick to the page? I escape into someone else's thoughts. Below is a collection of books and articles that have been sources of information, inspiration, and occasional insight for my own work.

Friday, September 12, 2008

This is how I feel


Well, not exactly, but the picture was too funny not to post, and I do feel like bunches of things have suddenly dropped on me in the last week. Namely deadlines, some self-imposed.

This shot was actually taken over Labor Day weekend -- D took a solo trip to the Olympic Peninsula to check out some hiking trails, and he came across these three crabs on the Dungeness Spit, which is part of a national wildlife reserve. These guys are no longer alive, but it looks like they are (at least, the ones that are still intact). Poor things, I think they're shell-shocked from the sight of their friend ... sorry, couldn't resist. But don't they look appalled?


The hike along the spit is about five miles on nothing but beach. Beautiful, but tough going on the legs, says D. At the end of the spit is a lighthouse that looks out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Quite a nice summer retreat! If you apply to be a keeper, you can apparently stay there for a week for very cheap. The high season for tourism seems to be July and August, so finding a place for D to stay wasn't easy (and at the last minute -- he called me and said he wanted to check out more of the area if a room was available for a reasonable price). After some Googling, I located a hostel not too far away while D was driving back toward the ferry to Seattle. Oh, the benefits of cell phones and the internet ...


This is going to be a heavy writing weekend, so I'd best get to it. Next week, my students will be meeting with me to discuss their plans for their first formal paper, so I'll be extra short on time. I'm really enjoying how well lessons are going -- a first after my two years of teaching middle school -- but I wish I didn't feel so completely exhausted!
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Friday, September 12, 2008

This is how I feel


Well, not exactly, but the picture was too funny not to post, and I do feel like bunches of things have suddenly dropped on me in the last week. Namely deadlines, some self-imposed.

This shot was actually taken over Labor Day weekend -- D took a solo trip to the Olympic Peninsula to check out some hiking trails, and he came across these three crabs on the Dungeness Spit, which is part of a national wildlife reserve. These guys are no longer alive, but it looks like they are (at least, the ones that are still intact). Poor things, I think they're shell-shocked from the sight of their friend ... sorry, couldn't resist. But don't they look appalled?


The hike along the spit is about five miles on nothing but beach. Beautiful, but tough going on the legs, says D. At the end of the spit is a lighthouse that looks out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Quite a nice summer retreat! If you apply to be a keeper, you can apparently stay there for a week for very cheap. The high season for tourism seems to be July and August, so finding a place for D to stay wasn't easy (and at the last minute -- he called me and said he wanted to check out more of the area if a room was available for a reasonable price). After some Googling, I located a hostel not too far away while D was driving back toward the ferry to Seattle. Oh, the benefits of cell phones and the internet ...


This is going to be a heavy writing weekend, so I'd best get to it. Next week, my students will be meeting with me to discuss their plans for their first formal paper, so I'll be extra short on time. I'm really enjoying how well lessons are going -- a first after my two years of teaching middle school -- but I wish I didn't feel so completely exhausted!
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