First posted November 16, 2015 I notice that I have become slow. At first, I thought it was because of old age. How I love old age! It can be blamed for anything and everything as the perfect absolver of any responsibility for anything. And, I have seen it used that way by myself and others. Then, my next excuse was because of my eyes. Before I had my cataract surgery, I was a bit blind and I was fascinated with how insecure I felt not quite knowing where I was in time and sp

First posted July 21, 2015. Tutu* Mango She stood there Hawaiian proud Hawaiian strong legs firmly rooted in her Rich Hawaiian A’ina Proud, Brave, Passionate, Generous Her fisted hands resting on her ample hips Her gaze Reaching for her Hawaiian sky Her proud girth much larger than my arms could reach a waist that would be an embarrassment to and disdained by a Haole woman (Haole – that is what the Hawaiians call white people Ha – the breath of God Ole – without Haole – peopl

First posted July 18, 2015. I just had a wonderful voicemail from one of my friends after my first eye surgery. In it, she talked about her needing to room alone when traveling and needing time to be alone. She put it in terms of introvert/extrovert. I was reminded of the time I took the psychological test for introversion-extroversion. It wasn’t that I was “balanced between” introversion and extroversion (trying to force me into a dualism!!!), I was high on introversion and