My sister and I spent many of our Thanksgivings with Patricia’s family in a light purple flat deep in San Francisco’s Richmond district. Continue reading “A very Partridge Thanksgiving”
On a bullet train ride from Shinagawa (Tokyo) to Hakata, I sat next to an older Japanese woman who had been sniffling during most of the trip. She had a mask around her mouth, and would politely bow whenever she had to cough or make a louder sniffle. Continue reading “I XOXO Japanese Women”
Replace the cupcake with a bed of Japanese rice and I’m good to go!