On the day before we catch the red-eye back to Wellington, Mel asks me if I might blog about Melbourne. She said it would be interesting to hear how I had witnessed the city and to compare it to her own experiences. It’s Monday night. Cat and Fiona took a flight back Auckland this afternoonRead more
The moon is hanging big and low in the sky over the Auckland horizon as I fly into the city. A reddish gold color I often think of when picturing the night sky in the East. Fitting, I think with a smile. Maybe a good sign, too. I try to keep my eyes on itRead more
My father immigrated to the United States in or around 1980. The Vietnam War was over and he found himself on the losing side of long, bitter and terrible fight. After spending time in a Malaysian refugee camp, he found asylum first in France, then in Sacramento, California and finally in Reno, Nevada. I wasRead more