Category Archives: Essays, Fiction, Poetry

Tourist or Traveler: Which are You?

Are you a tourist or traveler? Does the distinction matter? Continue reading

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Takaaki Abe and the Granpa Dome Factory Farm System

It is always a pleasure to share inspirational stories of people like Takaaki Abe whose innovation and entrepreneurship reminds me that age is no barrier to human imagination or success. Continue reading

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Updated: Who is Japanese?

There is a great deal of discrimination and record keeping along blood lines which determines who is or is not “truly” Japanese. Continue reading

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A Meditation on Monotones

One of the most delightful aspects of travel through Japan is the way the beauty of monotones causes a place in the heart so often dormant to constrict. Continue reading

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Touch someone with your love today

“When you are dying you need to be told how loved you are,” Barbara Winters says. Why wait that long? Continue reading

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Patrick Chan WINS Silver in Sochi

Patrick Chan did not settle for silver. He WON it. Continue reading

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Merry Christmas!

Iit has become lexically unfashionable in some circles to use the word Christmas. Continue reading

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Tourist or Traveler: Does the distinction matter anymore?

Now-a-days such distinctions have blurred somewhat. Traveller or a tourist, most often each is going somewhere with some anticipation of a good time as well as experiences not to be found at home. Continue reading

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Grass Blooms (Issa)

In my province grass blooms too. (Issa) Continue reading

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All I wanted was directions

It suddenly occurs to me that he is not only a traffic cop, but also a member of the self-appointed diction police. He is correcting my pronunciation. I’m mangling the name of the temple—two long o vowels, not short. Continue reading

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