Nothing creative today, though my emotions run high still with love, laughter and joy. Sometimes I think I need to be pinched to shake me out of this state of bliss I’m in. Yet, the truth is, why should anyone want out of this state??? So, I’m writing a more personal entry today – not…

I cannot access my regular blog while my usual computer is having surgery fixing its screen. So, this arena must suffice to carry my thoughts, which I prefer to keep separate from my writing – though I can’t really explain the logic behind doing that…. Lately, I’ve been considering the concept of being “an academic”…

There was this person I once knew who used to worry about everything. She used to cry every night to sleep and wonder why it seemed that God really must hate her. When she became a free adult, she felt lost and confused about what she was meant to do in this world and then…

Tonight I was asked,“So, Tara, where is your family located?” I paused to consider what the question really meant;I knew that was not the real question. I responded,“In Oregon. In the States.” “Is the rest of your family in Japan, then?”As I expected, he didn’t really want to know where my family is. I replied,“Well,…

Thought it might be good to change up the content a bit. I can’t believe that I have been writing so much poetry. It’s been years since I’ve had the desire to write again. Too many years spent silent, unhappy in the dark. So much to say and yet no way to say it all.…

Lexi felt a sense of pure joy as she looked at the end of the aisle and saw the man of her dreams standing and waiting for her. As their eyes met, they both smiled knowing that this was the beginning of the rest of their lives. She smiled as she recalled that magical day…

My Japanese friend, her mother and I walk into a Coach store in New York City. Everyone is always very friendly in these stores because they want you to spend hundreds of dollars on their product – and I very much want to! As a nice lady introduced herself, she asked where we were from…

So, why all the Mistaken Identity Dialogues? Well, as you may have gathered, I am not Chinese. I am Asian-American. However, I do not call myself Asian-American – just American. Asian-American holds the nuiance that I have Asian culture in my upbringing or that I identify with being Asian in some way. I am an…