JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

I’m kneeling on the multicolored carpet, cleaning Gatorade off of the pediatric clinic’s waiting room floor, mopping up the mess with handfuls of soggy Kleenex. And I find myself thinking about my mother thirty years ago. Urine is what I want. All that’s on my mind. How to make my daughter give the doctor a […]

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He Passes Through My Body wrote Halley Suitt [excerpt]: It was a neat trick. How eight years back, I was the size of a woman wearing a tight tee shirt and equally snug blue jeans on a late fall morning, wore my pelvis just right in those days, still slightly girlish myself and then in […]

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Sunday was the day of the year that Bainbridge Island becomes Bicycle Island. It’s the day of the Chilly Hilly, a 32- year-old 33 mile ride around the island, climbing 2700 feet in elevation. I liked this hill profile. In previous years, I’ve stayed off the road on Chilly Hilly Sunday. I’ve tried to stay […]

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March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. It’s the first day of March. I get up and go out the door for a run. The wind is blowing. The wind turns the sky into gray swirls like the girls fingerpaintings. The wind turns the pine trees into happy Pentecostals clapping […]

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Yesterday we got to iChat with Enoch , Tania and Natalie. It was fun. It was my first iChat, and also the girls’ first time. I’d seen Ted do a bit here and there for work – peering through his glass office doors I’d spy him conversing with his Powerbook screen – so now I […]

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