Japan · Memoir

Japan Memoir Part 3: The Sound of Far-Away

I have no photos of this time period. None. Not of my apartment, or myself, or Husband. Not the street we lived on or the places we went. Though I bought an iPhone 5 around this time, my first smartphone, I didn’t use it for anything except downloading a voice recording program to use at… Continue reading Japan Memoir Part 3: The Sound of Far-Away

Japan · Memoir · Writing

Japan Memoir Part 2: Streets that Live

Between a rider and a horse, the rider doesn’t have to think of the horse, but the horse probably spends an awful lot of time thinking about the rider. Sometimes I felt that way about Japan; I spent quite a lot of time thinking about it, but doubt it spent more than a moment considering… Continue reading Japan Memoir Part 2: Streets that Live