Gwo Cheve = Big Hair I think you all know my love for the country of Haiti.  I would like to say that this post is an extension of that love.  I think that it mostly is. But also . . . . I like getting even with people.  And this is an opportunity to get back at one John McHoul for the smack talk from him over our years of visiting Haiti.  This man may appear to have at heart of gold at the surface – I mean sure, he has devoted his life to serving the people of Haiti in . . .

I won’t miss: The hallway they called a “living room” Sitting in dark silence waiting for the kids to fall asleep Forgetting my key every time I leave the room Lugging our things in from the parking lot The four-foot pool, and fighting with Jafta over why we couldn’t spend all day there Picking out smashed goldfish from the carpet Two active boys bouncing off the walls as I work on my syllabus Trying to shush my loud kids in the hallway Getting the side-eye from the mean blonde lady who . . .

Yesterday we had our first foray with kayaking as a family of six.  You see, Mark and I are in the process of finding new hobbies that we can do as a family.  It’s our attempt at trying to feel less trapped limited when we are having family time. . . so that we can try to look forward to our free days with the kids instead of figuring out how to pass the time until they sleep.   One thing we've noticed, with all the couples counseling we've been in conducted over the years, . . .

I have a confession to make. We've been in the hotel for almost a month now.  It is Residence Inn, and they include breakfast and weekday dinners in your stay.  The breakfast buffet is a hug spread, with eggs, bacon, sausage, donuts, Belgian waffles, and other assorted excuses for eating cake first thing in the morning.  The dinner is like camp food - made for cheap mass consumption and seemingly without a concern in regards to health or "balanced meals".  It's . . .

I'm working on my syllabus this morning for a new class I'm teaching this semester.  I've been hunting for an HBO documentary called East of Main: Asians Aloud (which seems to be off the schedule and which I'm desperate to get my hands on, in case anyone happened to record it).  Anyways, as I was perusing their documentary listings I came across one film entitled Homeless: Motel Kids of Orange County.  As soon as I saw the title, I knew I wanted to see it.  I've been . . .