Emerson's travels, 2008, 2009, 2010 I realized a long time ago that I don’t travel like a lot of people I know. When they list off their 14 European cities in 10 days itineraries, I have a panic attack. When they talk about how many sights they saw on a week-long trip to the US … Continue reading My neurodivergent travel patterns
I was reading an article about the international press coverage of Mongolia, and how the country has been exoticized in the international news. People outside of Mongolia who know a little about it will know about Chinggis Khan (as Genghis Khan is known in his own language), horses, and maybe eagle hunters. The Mongolian metal … Continue reading Exotic Mongolia!
Still smiling... The first year we lived in Mongolia, we were both very healthy and didn’t have to see a doctor the entire time. Before we left for Mongolia last spring, we had physicals, and I looked into the various medical options in Ulaanbaatar as well, so I felt pretty confident that we were both … Continue reading Adventures in healthcare
Traffic cop in action My commute every morning starts out with a 10-15 minute walk to the bus stop. I walk along a busy street, but there’s a nice wide sidewalk with irregularly spaced trees that I zigzag between. (On the other side of the street, the trees are mostly planted in a straight line, … Continue reading Mongolian traffic cops are trying to kill me
This was three years ago this week. The murder happened on December 6, but was only discovered on December 10, 2018. I learned about it on the morning of December 12, Mongolia time. This will always be a difficult week. I feel very bleak right now. I’m looking for the light. I will find it, but maybe not today.
This post is very raw, “as it happened” (as they say in the news business that I teach about). I’m not going to change it because it was my initial reaction.
The worst thing I can imagine happened to a friend of mine this week. I started writing this the morning I found out (Wednesday, December 12, at 4:30 am). Then I had to put it aside to finish up my semester here at MIU, but now I am picking it up again. So it’s a little rough and uneven, but honest. I have the mother’s permission to write this, but I decided not to use their names, for privacy. This is my personal reaction, nothing more, so please take it in that light. Please be aware that the post discusses the death of a child and mentions suicide.
And hug your loved ones if you can. Be close to them in your heart if they are far away. Let them know you love them. Because you never know what will happen.
I google his name, and this comes up:…
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Snow in the park I’m going to do my best to write a post every weekend, even if it’s a short one, because I want to keep my writing habit going. It’s already the last weekend in November, and winter is definitely here. Thanks to human-induced climate change, we are having a much warmer winter … Continue reading Winter is here
I have a running list of posts I’d like to write, but I have been too busy living life here lately to reflect on it enough to write about it. Between Emerson being in 10th grade and me being the program manager at my school, we have both had a lot more work to do … Continue reading Uncle David
The park where we walk the dogs Yesterday I got a message from a longtime reader asking if we were OK, which prompted me to to see when my last post was made. I had a vague sense of “sometime during the summer.” It was nearly three months ago, when we were back in the … Continue reading A long overdue update
In my last post, I wrote about getting Emerson evaluated for ADHD. For one reason or another, it took a while to get it done and finally get the report. The reason for the delay in getting the educational psychologist’s report was because of the other major development of the school year, which can best … Continue reading Catching my breath, part 2
Online school is hard. This post has been a long time coming, and it’s been really hard to write. (And it’s getting split into two posts, it turns out.) Emerson’s version of it is, “I watched some TikToks and said, ‘Ohhh….’ I told my mom, and she said, ‘That’s all normal. Everyone does that.’ I … Continue reading Catching my breath (part 1)