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…  is off to a happy start with my brother and sister visiting. If I neglect this blog for a bit, know that it’s because I’m buried in a bazillion emails and it doesn’t help that I’m off climbing trees, running around parks, and hopping from one island to the next with the not-so-little kids I  love best.

Home is a where and a when: where you laugh the loudest, when you’re happiest. It’s the thought that I’ll get to see these kids a few times a year that makes things okay for someone as family-starved as I. It doesn’t matter where I am, home is wherever they are.

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Overheard in a playschool in 2007:
Classmate X: My mom has a new car. It’s red and it’s so nice.

Classmate Y: My mom has a new camera.

Alex: My mom has a new tattoo.

Oh baby, we’re too rock and roll for your school.

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Some days, I think I want to be Martha — minus the jail time, of course. One minute she’s making canapes in her East Hampton home; the next she’s stitching cocktail napkins for a weekend party. She does all these without wrinkling her clothes or ruffling her hair. I, on the other hand, get all wrinkly and wrinkled even when the only thing I’m doing is hammer away at my laptop while seated. I don’t bake, I don’t cook, and if I were to take charge of the kitchen for a week, we’d all start looking like canned goods because my definition of a Chin-prepared meal is - you guessed it – tinned and no-cook. Read more

I will be 28 in a month, and I have decided to leave a story unfinished, unwritten. I shall walk away, leaving paragraphs hanging and matters dangling – incomplete and wanting – so the years ahead can mock me with the silhouette of this moment I am now walking away from. Sometimes memory is a plank, sometimes it’s a loaded gun. Today, it’s just a door I am choosing not to walk through anymore. Read more

The problem with having a mind like mine is that your life goal changes with every movie you watch. Unfortunately for my sense of purpose, the only movies I watch these days are kung fu flicks. Now I spend what free time I have wishing I can throw a mean roundhouse kick, and spoiling for brawls.

Oh, and these are the awesome, awesome karate films I saw this weekend:

• Little Big Soldier
• IP Man 2
• True Legend
• 14 Blades

This love for karate almost cost the man a relationship. Back in 2000, he picked Dr. Doolittle as our first date movie. He should have picked something with blood and gore, but he didn’t know me then. He’s also lucky I was nicer then. If he had taken me out after 2000, there would have been no second date hahaha!

I had her when I was 22. I was a child, a child. I knew very little of the ways of the world, but I knew even back then that I’d fight tooth and nail to keep the little life that was growing inside me.

I’m glad I did. It wasn’t easy. We had to run away from our families to keep her; but we were in love, and we loved fiercely, and that made a lot of things okay. Read more

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