Qingdao and Seattle have a lot in common. One of my favorite things at home is turning a corner and getting a perfectly framed view of the mountains, Puget Sound, or Lake Union. Qingdao gets that, too.
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A Tragedy Waiting to Happen
Long ago, I told the tragic story of the Brief, Wondrous Life of Princess Lilac. Recently, I stumbled on this image from that brief golden period in between Petco and hamster disaster. A single day, filled with hope and the joy of a little girl with a fuzzy pet. A day before second attempts at species never meant for domestication, before compensatory rabbits, before cranky cats named for fictional dogs.
(And since this is posting close to Christmas, let it serve as a reminder that pets are not holiday gifts.)
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Khemmis, Un, Witch Ripper, and Eye of Nix at The Highline
I haven’t been to a concert in a while, and I almost prioritized a good night’s sleep over this one as well. But even jetlag from a 14-hour time change couldn’t keep me away from a lineup this strong. On December 8, I saw Khemmis, Un, Witch Ripper, and Eye of Nix at the Highline. I’m still recovering, and not just from the jetlag. We hadn’t even unpacked the camera from our trip, though, so apologies for the cell phone photos.
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Published in November 2019
In November, the whole family went to Hong Kong, where the girls met their kung fu teacher’s teacher and trained with him. Because if you have a kung fu master in China, you don’t miss the chance to train with him. It was a working vacation for me, which means I didn’t write anything for this blog while I was gone, but I kept up with my paid deadlines. Read on to see what was published in November.
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I Fly a Kite
Memory is a funny thing. A few years ago I read a book in which one character famously never danced.
Everyone in the book agreed that person was just not a dancer. But then one day, flipping through an old photo album, there was a picture of him on the dance floor.
I thought the memory of the day my daughter learned to fly a kite in China was complete and clear. It was such a special event I was sure every detail would stick in my memory forever. I don’t remember flying a kite myself in China, but here is evidence that it happened.