Nagasaki is a beautiful city marred by the tragic event of August 9th, 1945.
I grew up only seeing real snow on TV. In Texas it hardly snows, and when it does, its more like sleet than real snow. I remember being thrilled the one time it actually snowed in Texas. Two inches fell and we called it a “blizzard”. I could not fathom snow higher than a foot. That only happened when you gathered a lot of it into a pile.
Then, the snowpocalypse happened. I never imagined how much would fall in Tokyo. In all my years in Japan I’ve never seen this much except when I visited the snow festival in Hokkaido.
It was surreal.
I read and write and talk to escape the boredom of life.
A Total Eclipse of the Art
Independent author of fairy tales with a folkpunk and steampunk twist
One woman's path to pregnancy via ICSI
Two girls one trip
(...and some I have)
The Journey of a writer/mom across continents
The life and times of an Australian woman in Japan
Why is my husbands sperm so bloody lazy!?
"There's always something good in everyday."