Monthly Archives: November 2016

At Starbucks, Naebo Aeon Shopping Mall, Sapporo

Music and chatter in the background. On the “street” in front, people pass by, reminding me of a sidewalk cafe years ago in Mexico City’s Zona Rosa. The main difference, aside from language, is no coffee with cinnamon here.  

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Crossing the racial and ethnic divide

Treat everyone you meet with dignity and respect. When others see difference, see how you connect.

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Taking Leave

  Looking at her first born, she remembered those six long years of wondering if she and her husband would have a child. Perhaps they had tried too hard, as when they stopped trying, her pregnancy stayed, and her son … Continue reading

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