• Time Keeps On Slippin’

    Days roll by right now at such a pace I almost feel as though I’m going to wake up tomorrow and be in my 80’s. The really scary part is that everyone tells you the older you get the faster it all goes.. I can’t even imagine a speed increase. We have lived in Hawaii over a year now and I still feel as though we arrived yesterday. There is a strange elongation of time that occurs when I reflect on all we have done since we moved… from friends and family made and visiting, to new jobs, housing, and adventures. Our tiny baby is now walking and has begun…

  • Anxiety and Destiny

    It’s terribly difficult sometimes to overcome the anxiety induced when given a critique by a co-worker of seniority, with their smile intact, knowing the fullness of frustration will be brought to light at a later date. Waiting to find out just how much you’ve offended another person- seemingly simply by existing- can feel almost as though you’ve swallowed an entire bottle of vinegar in one go. The diplomacy of, “we can discuss that more later… have a great day!” coupled with the shifting gaze of a more informed onlooker, can only mean certain doom in the long run, or at least that’s how it feels in the moment. I’m not sure…

  • Juxtapositions

    Hawai’i is as frustrating as it is fulfilling at times. The longer I live here and contemplate tourism, the more it has become clear that great poverty often exists in the most beautiful places on Earth. This is true in part just because it’s so warm and lush that one can get away with being a lazy slob and still live a rather full life, but it’s also a currency issue. Sure, Hawai’i is still on US dollars, but often times people work trade for food or housing. Places where there’s a significance in the exchange rate though, families are stuck making less for the same amount of work a…

  • Boundaries (Part #2)

    I believe boundaries should not just be for your physical body and space, but they need to be addressed on an internal level as well. Having empathy for another human being (or anything for that matter) takes up space within the self. I in no way want to discourage anyone from being empathetic, but I do want to stress that you cannot have such a strong emotional connection to literally everything. Here’s an extreme example- if a woman is being beaten to a pulp by her lover, who then manipulates her into feeling it’s HER fault, that’s empathy for the wrong reasons for the wrong person- a boundary should have…

  • Boundaries (Part #1)

    There’s something just so incredibly special about cutting a giant chunk off of your thumb while in the presence of a seasoned chef… on her mandolin no less- right after she told you not to cut yourself. What’s even more special is effectively hiding the fact from her ALL DAY, successfully, and continuing on to teach some jazz classes with a delightfully ghetto digit wrap to keep foot germs from invading your open wound… only to discover upon arriving home (30 minutes from civilization) that you have no other clean bandaids. Aw yeah. I suppose tomorrow we will see just how much damage I managed to incur.  …It’s now the…