American Ajima

I want to be an Ajima. Technically, or biologically, it’s impossible. Ajimas are Korean. But since my visit to South Korea two years ago, where I saw my first Ajima, I’ve pondered how to introduce this cultural phenomenon to America. “Ajima”, my son Miles explained to...

Flying Again

When my son Jake was little, a bath towel and a safety pin transformed him instantly into Batman or sometimes Spiderman, depending on who was trendy at the time. He was sure he could soar through the air, or at least jump from rooftop to rooftop. Or so he thought....

the Brothers Gulian

If you were a fly on the wall, or even a neighbor with their window open, the most noticeable sound you would hear if my brothers and I were together anywhere would be laughter. It would be loud at times, even raucous, and distinctive, coined “the Gulian laugh” by...

A Different Time in the Same Place

Every anniversary my husband, C.B., and I have made a good practice of going away for an overnight stay. From Cape Cod you can only go north or west, unless you take a boat or plane. In fact last year we went south to Nantucket by boat, ended up stranded by high winds...

The Road Paved With Grace

My friend Terri is dying. She knows this and is facing it head on. She told me she is only being practical but I see her as being courageous. As the cancer that silently crept into her body began to grow and take over, the doctors that had given her five years in July...

Rosie the Rescue Dog

My dog Rosie and I started our walks around Hathaway Pond this week. We are banned from May 15th through September 15th. Well, I’m not, but I get bored quickly if I walk alone. She will be ten on New Year’s Day so she’s hobbling a bit and getting white around her...