Intimacy
Today, while breast feeding Peatuk, I started crying. It was just a trickle of hot, salty tears and a bit of a smile as he faded away to sleep. I am not sure what it…
Author: koji
Positive Reflections on Istanbul
Now that over a year has passed since we left Istanbul, I can start to look back on it fondly. The politics of the place fade away and all that is left in my memory…
The Bedroom Set
“The things you own end up owning you.” How much does a new bedroom set really say about me? Does it define me? Of course, the answer is much more complex than the question. Yesterday…
Desire
Perhaps I am just another victim of the romance myth. You know, that myth that drives our consumerism and gets the female half of box office sales. “Find your one. Find your one. Find your…
On Motherhood
Usually I don’t think of being a mother as a particularly big deal. Sure, there was the whole pregnancy and birth thing, and yes, I am constantly tied to a small being, unable to travel…
Moments in Motion
The debate over digital cameras, and how much they distract individuals from, “living in the moment,” vs. their ability to capture and share experiences, thoughts, and ideas is tired. At least, it is tired in…
Scammed
We are too trusting, as a couple. Yesterday we ran into a guy talking on his cell phone, saying that he was frustrated that no one spoke English in Varna. (Should have been the first…
Community and Home
I tell people in Bulgaria that I want to live in a village, and for the most part they turn up their noses at me and, almost suspiciously, ask why I would want to do…
Monster
Your browser doesn’t support the video tag Gone is the sweet, well-behaved boy that everyone used to be shocked by… He has been replaced with a monster. A terror. The idea of sleeping makes him…
Cruelty
The way people drive in Varna makes me upset. Most cars seem to drive too fast, cutting everyone off, not stopping for pedestrians, and generally driving in a jerky, intense way that raises my blood…