Tag: Inconvenience

This phrase was muttered, moaned, or screamed at me on countless occasions during my childhood. As I aged, it spawned a mantra that grotesquely grew from within: ‘Your feelings are not ok. Change them. Bury them.” Understood. I’ve always had an affinity with childre...

I look across the inlet as the salty wind braids my hair into knots. The waves have started to emerge. Trees huddle in the forest. My heart goes out to the lonely green sailboat anchored nearby. I hear the excited banter of the locals; she has arrived. I don’t mind if the power go...

“You’re way too sensitive for your own good.” This phrase was muttered, moaned, or screamed at me on countless occasions during my childhood. As I aged, it spawned a mantra that grotesquely grew from within: ‘Your feelings are not ok. Change them. Bury them.&r...

I look across the inlet as the salty wind braids my hair into knots. The waves have started to emerge. Trees huddle in the forest. My heart goes out to the lonely green sailboat anchored nearby. I hear the excited banter of the locals; she has arrived. I don’t mind if the power go...

Yesterday, my daughter knocked on my office door to show me the “Cold Play” T-shirt she was wearing. (I’d bought it for her after my wife and I enjoyed Cold Play’s “A Head Full of Dreams Concert” at the Tokyo Dome in the spring of 2017.) Photo by Le...

This morning, like any other, began with the soft glow of dawn filtering through my curtains, a silent herald of the day ahead. As I prepared for work, my routine was seamless, a dance I could do with my eyes closed. Yet, in the midst of this charade, a minor hiccup awaited me — one that, u...