Tag: miyasan’s daughter
“We’re American,” he said to her. “We live in America and we will speak American.” So even though my older brother and I both spoke Japanese while growing up in Japan, my mother was forbidden to speak her cultural language to us when the Navy transferred my father back to the states. We had lived […]
What if being free to dance isn’t about dancing? What if it’s not just an invitation for legs and arms and body to move with the music, heard and unheard? What if it involves a larger dance floor and the partners that swirl around and leap across are my imagination and spirit…the creative inquiry […]
It could be a Pandora’s Box…or a treasure box. Perhaps it’s a little of both. Today on the phone, my oldest daughter, Dionna informed me she had a box filled with writings by my mother — loose leaf paper (numbered, thank goodness), scraps of paper, and envelopes, lots of envelopes written on the front and […]
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