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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.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

A taste of summer

It is 90 degrees here for the first time since my vacation started, and the prep for our "exotic getaway" continues. The weather gods have apparently seen fit to give us a preview (sans humidity) of the climate we'll be heading for next weekend! As I write this, D is dousing himself in the pool by the apartment office (he couldn't stand it inside anymore).

They say that summer in Seattle only gets this warm about three times during the season, so practically no one has air conditioning installed. We were originally going to make pizza for dinner, but I think we'll opt for something that doesn't require us to use the broiler. Despite what the thermometer says outside, though, it's really not that bad in our apartment. When we were living in Texas, it was 90 degrees during the last week of November. Now that's disturbing, especially when you're trying to get in the mood to go winter holiday shopping.

To prime our taste buds for all things tropical, we bought a coconut earlier this week. As in, the kind that requires blunt force to open. Last night, we managed to break our way in, and today, we used its luscious meats in this cookie recipe (thanks to my sister for sending it to us!). All I have to say is that it was worth turning on the oven for these toothsome little morsels.

For anyone who wants to try making the cookies with fresh coconut, here's a blow-by-blow (aack -- no pun intended!) pictorial account of how we managed to open ours and get the innards into a usable state:

1) Here is our unsuspecting victim. I love that the tag calls it a "quick crack" coconut. And according to said tag, its name is Melissa?


2) D takes a blunt knife and pushes it into one of the eyes at the base of the coconut. This allows us to drain the milk from inside. We've saved it in case we want to use it for flavoring drinks later, but we intend to use it sparingly -- one cup contains nearly 800 calories.












3) D gives the shell a good whack with a hammer. Nothing happens. After a few more hits, we start to worry that the neighbors downstairs may complain (or that the counter will split before the coconut does). So we take the operation outside.


4) D nails the shell a few more times while holding it steady against the concrete floor of our apartment balcony. Still no signs of progress. Then D decides to try hitting the coconut while holding it in one hand.












5) Instant success.



6) Now how to get all the meat out? We start by breaking the coconut into smaller pieces, removing the majority of the shell in the process. Then I shear the meat off with a cheese grater and D carves the remaining rind bits off the pieces once they get too small for me to hold without scraping my knuckles. This is highly time and energy intensive, but I'm pleased with how much I manage to get in about half an hour ...


... then D remembers that we have a food processor. Five minutes later, we have nearly three cups of coconut confetti. Your timing is impeccable, D.

And here are the finished products! They have the tenderness of macaroons with absolutely no need for filling because the coconut is already just rich enough. We didn't use the orange blossom water or orange zest (none on hand), and we substituted (in total) 1/2 cup of Splenda and 1/8 cup of sugar-free maple syrup for the white and brown sugars so the cookies would be substantially more hypoglycemic-friendly for D. We also did not have any golden syrup, but honey worked well as a replacement, as the recipe recommends.



Now all we have to do is figure out what we want to do with our remaining shredded coconut. I think more cookies are in order.

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

A taste of summer

It is 90 degrees here for the first time since my vacation started, and the prep for our "exotic getaway" continues. The weather gods have apparently seen fit to give us a preview (sans humidity) of the climate we'll be heading for next weekend! As I write this, D is dousing himself in the pool by the apartment office (he couldn't stand it inside anymore).

They say that summer in Seattle only gets this warm about three times during the season, so practically no one has air conditioning installed. We were originally going to make pizza for dinner, but I think we'll opt for something that doesn't require us to use the broiler. Despite what the thermometer says outside, though, it's really not that bad in our apartment. When we were living in Texas, it was 90 degrees during the last week of November. Now that's disturbing, especially when you're trying to get in the mood to go winter holiday shopping.

To prime our taste buds for all things tropical, we bought a coconut earlier this week. As in, the kind that requires blunt force to open. Last night, we managed to break our way in, and today, we used its luscious meats in this cookie recipe (thanks to my sister for sending it to us!). All I have to say is that it was worth turning on the oven for these toothsome little morsels.

For anyone who wants to try making the cookies with fresh coconut, here's a blow-by-blow (aack -- no pun intended!) pictorial account of how we managed to open ours and get the innards into a usable state:

1) Here is our unsuspecting victim. I love that the tag calls it a "quick crack" coconut. And according to said tag, its name is Melissa?


2) D takes a blunt knife and pushes it into one of the eyes at the base of the coconut. This allows us to drain the milk from inside. We've saved it in case we want to use it for flavoring drinks later, but we intend to use it sparingly -- one cup contains nearly 800 calories.












3) D gives the shell a good whack with a hammer. Nothing happens. After a few more hits, we start to worry that the neighbors downstairs may complain (or that the counter will split before the coconut does). So we take the operation outside.


4) D nails the shell a few more times while holding it steady against the concrete floor of our apartment balcony. Still no signs of progress. Then D decides to try hitting the coconut while holding it in one hand.












5) Instant success.



6) Now how to get all the meat out? We start by breaking the coconut into smaller pieces, removing the majority of the shell in the process. Then I shear the meat off with a cheese grater and D carves the remaining rind bits off the pieces once they get too small for me to hold without scraping my knuckles. This is highly time and energy intensive, but I'm pleased with how much I manage to get in about half an hour ...


... then D remembers that we have a food processor. Five minutes later, we have nearly three cups of coconut confetti. Your timing is impeccable, D.

And here are the finished products! They have the tenderness of macaroons with absolutely no need for filling because the coconut is already just rich enough. We didn't use the orange blossom water or orange zest (none on hand), and we substituted (in total) 1/2 cup of Splenda and 1/8 cup of sugar-free maple syrup for the white and brown sugars so the cookies would be substantially more hypoglycemic-friendly for D. We also did not have any golden syrup, but honey worked well as a replacement, as the recipe recommends.



Now all we have to do is figure out what we want to do with our remaining shredded coconut. I think more cookies are in order.

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