I never imagined it would happen like this…but I’ve always know it would happen.  The strange and completely alien(in the good kind of way)  journey into parenthood.

I’ve known I wanted to be a mother since before I knew anything els… Read full post »

as one of my jobs, i've been teaching English in-company.  one recent assignment has been with a woman at vogue paris....yes, *that* vogue.  the poster and magazine-clad offices of condé nast rubbing elbows with the hermes, gautier, givenchy, (insert top designer names ad nauseum) sh… Read full post »

more from my series written in late 2008 to early 2009:

sometimes it's the little things.... the shavenheaded girl in the shop who smiles at me and says "¡holaaaa!" when she sees me with my own shavenhead. the bespectacled fruit seller who says "gracias, guapa," when i pay her… Read full post »

more memories from late 2008:

the buildings, like the people, prefer the close company of others. they stand in long lines, pressed together for blocks and practically lean across the narrow roads (as if to politely debate some point with the line of buildings across from them.) fronts of… Read full post »

another in a series of entries from December 2008:

last night i went out during the barça vs. madrid game...out into the unusual rain to look for a lesbian bar called "la rosa". i spent about an hour trying to find the place, to no avail. the streets were… Read full post »

This is one in a series of posts from about a year ago.  I had just moved to Barcelona from London, and I was living with three flatmates in a place I called La Casa de los Sueños.  It was a supremely beautiful and difficult time... and now it's time to… Read full post »

Sea…and more sea.  It was all you could see stretching from earth to what had to be sky.  Gradations of grey.  It was a wall painted across your field of vision.  And then slowly the horizonline separated itself out and delineated sky and sea, cutting them in two and infla/… Read full post »

Rella 

You spend your days in a mad, mindnumbing routine.  You clean and cook and clean some more and try to shut out the demanding whine of their mosquito voices.  Mostly you succeed.  You have the garden and the trees and the lonesome melancholy of birdsong at dusk.  You t… Read full post »

Love Letter to the One

Fuckedup is in all of us. The jumble of self and desire and need. The bawlingbrawling hedonistic id that wants to control the show. And ego on top, riding high and cool in her saddle. “Mother do you think they’ll try to break my… Read full post »

Now that I have lost my OS virginity, I suppose I should introduce myself. 

 Perhaps it was a bit forward of me to ghostpost.  The truth is that I stil don't really know how to succintly express who I am.   It's a puzzle even for me.  But here… Read full post »

Dreams of dogs foretold bad luck, they said.  I wondered what it meant, then, to encounter them so often in my waking world.  Dogs, it seemed, were threaded through my everyday, a leitmotif in my Korean life. 

The first one appeared less than a week after I’d moved to… Read full post »