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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.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

To whom it may concern

It has been discovered that a small brown kitten with cream-colored mitts hopped into my luggage in Seattle and is now making himself at home at Little U. on the Prairie. He says to his owner:

"She promised me a dish of cream and more fish than I could shake a stick at. I couldn't say no."

In truth, I did no such thing, but this little guy just wants to help me wish D a very happy birthday. Which is why I borrowed him -- he normally naps in D's home office near the paper shredder. I found him just under ten years ago and gave him to D when we first started doing the long-distance thing (for dating, not marriage). Why? Because he goes by the name of Pounce (each Beanie Baby comes with a handle, printed inside the tag), which is also the name of a card game D taught me -- it became a favorite between us before we'd even considered a long-term relationship.

So, D, I promise you'll get him back when I come home for spring break. One week to go! Oh, and Pounce says he wants to hit a sushi bar for his pains but I think we can convince him that a home-cooked bouillabaisse would be just as tasty ...
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david mcmahon said...

Sushi? We have great sushi here in Melbourne.

March 9, 2009 at 6:30 PM
This Ro(a)mantic Life said...

Hello, David. Welcome to my place. Indeed, I imagine you have much more access to fresh fish than we do in the landlocked parts of the U.S. (which I'm excited to be leaving for a week starting Friday). Lucky you, having the ocean nearby!

March 9, 2009 at 7:01 PM

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Thursday, March 5, 2009

To whom it may concern

It has been discovered that a small brown kitten with cream-colored mitts hopped into my luggage in Seattle and is now making himself at home at Little U. on the Prairie. He says to his owner:

"She promised me a dish of cream and more fish than I could shake a stick at. I couldn't say no."

In truth, I did no such thing, but this little guy just wants to help me wish D a very happy birthday. Which is why I borrowed him -- he normally naps in D's home office near the paper shredder. I found him just under ten years ago and gave him to D when we first started doing the long-distance thing (for dating, not marriage). Why? Because he goes by the name of Pounce (each Beanie Baby comes with a handle, printed inside the tag), which is also the name of a card game D taught me -- it became a favorite between us before we'd even considered a long-term relationship.

So, D, I promise you'll get him back when I come home for spring break. One week to go! Oh, and Pounce says he wants to hit a sushi bar for his pains but I think we can convince him that a home-cooked bouillabaisse would be just as tasty ...
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david mcmahon said...

Sushi? We have great sushi here in Melbourne.

March 9, 2009 at 6:30 PM
This Ro(a)mantic Life said...

Hello, David. Welcome to my place. Indeed, I imagine you have much more access to fresh fish than we do in the landlocked parts of the U.S. (which I'm excited to be leaving for a week starting Friday). Lucky you, having the ocean nearby!

March 9, 2009 at 7:01 PM

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