It's been a month for reunions. The return of my daughter from overseas, high school reunion, virtual reconnection with lost friends, and lunch with my father after 13 years very nearly sans communication. This is the stuff of memoir, the navel-gazing contemplation of past love; literature is dense with it and my trite musings probably won't add much to the conversation. What I am feeling is so profound that I do not know if I can express it-- the thoughts are deep in my reptile brain-- touch me, hold me, know me, remember me, keep me. In fact, then, perhaps this is not an occasion for essay, but one for haiku. The brief to encompass the vast.
I met you again
In the place we knew before.
Do you remember?
Dedicated to the Class of '73
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Wei-sun with Nin-nin in China 1951
On life, and being the parent of adults
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Wei-sun with Nin-nin in China 1951
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- Alexandra
- A gardener, a cook, an artist. My hair is pink and my soul is old.
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