Japan’s best vending machine: The King’s Treasure Box

Update on the last three weeks of our lives: Movers came and packed up all of our precious memories and shipped half off to India. The rest are stored...somewhere. I signed a lot of papers that day, and I'm still not exactly sure where everything is. We've been living in a hotel for three weeks,... Continue Reading →


One thing I will not miss about Japan: Toilet Humor

Ok, folks, this is going to be a quickie because I'm swamped with freelance projects and moving prep (movers come this weekend--eek!). I met some mothers at the park today that also play at our local jidoukan, public play center? is maybe how to explain that one. Anyway, it had been a few months since meeting... Continue Reading →

Planning a wedding in Japan

This post has been 5 years in the making. My hubs and I threw our wedding in October of 2012. But, it was an experience that will remain etched in my mind forever. It became very, very clear to me from the moment we announced our engagement that our wedding was not for us--it was... Continue Reading →

Tokyo Pride 2017 with a Toddler

As a parent, my mind is consumed by thoughts of what kind of a person my child will grow into. I realize it is, to some unknown extent, beyond my control, but in the meantime I will do everything in my power to show her the richness of diversity; that society divides us all into... Continue Reading →

Recent 100 yen shop purchases

I am not ashamed to admit that my sidekick and I make weekly trips to 100 yen shops to pick out various doodads and thing-a-ma-jigs we don't need. Sometimes we experience buyer's remorse, but sometimes we also come away with little items that end up enriching our lives. We've made three such purchases over the... Continue Reading →

The reason my garlic is black.

It is Golden Week--a series of public holidays--here in Japan. So, we took a trip to the countryside to visit relatives. Nothing like sipping on a cold beer while gazing out the huge patio window onto the surrounding farmlands, pregnant with wheat and gobou. Such a stark contrast with our tiny Tokyo apartment, where I never open... Continue Reading →

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