The trash service is a little more customizable than we are used to. At home, we signed up for trash service and on the trash day, they came and picked up our green can, our regular trash and our recycling. Here you can set up your account for every other week, every week or monthly. You can also choose different size containers. The previous tenant had ever other week

We made the service every week and the first 2 weeks, we had a lot of trash. The first week, they didn’t pick it up because they thought it was still every other week. We had just moved and we had so much trash. On trash day of the second week, it was super windy in the morning. The recycling containers are 3 small plastic bins with no lids, not a big bin with a lid like we are used to. Paper, cardboard, bottles and cans are divided up in them.

Shortly after he put the trash out, Will looked out the kitchen window and saw paper, cans, and cardboard blowing across the ground. It was our trash blowing down the street and into the neighbor’s yard. He ran after it all trying to find all of the pieces.

White people

This town is 82% white. Every where you look, it’s white people. The city we came from was 63% white. It doesn’t seem like a big difference but going from 8 to 1.5% Black people and 35% of people being Hispanic/Latino to 9% is very noticeable. It’s weird to have so much less diversity. There are Black Lives Matter signs on like 50% of the businesses, which you don’t see in LA. When I say signs, I mean lettered onto the windows, not a hanging poster. I’ve been trying to figure out if it’s marketing or genuine.

We went to the farmer’s market yesterday and there was a guy making a few different filipino lunch combos. We ordered some lumpia and pancit. While we waited, ever other person who came asked what each item was and asked if it was spicy. What’s chicken adobo? What’s pancit? It was brand new to them. He told us he is trying to get a food truck.


I’m not a fan of mushrooms 🍄. I don’t eat them much. Mainly in salad, preferably not cooked, and usually the basic white ones. Will has been buying different ones and trying them out. I’ve been fascinated by what we see out on the trails. On the sides of trees and under ferns. But I am still not going to eat them.

We Might Not Be Watching OITNB For The Same Reason: Parades or Prisons Have Multiple Meanings

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There are so many moments where I am reminded of the book by Czech writer Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Reading that book was an epiphany to me. There is a story in the book, but for me that story is not the key to the book. The key lies in the writer’s detours into philosophy that are interwoven into the story. But one section, about the meaning of words, is what I frequently come back to and  I always try to tell people about it. Basically, in the writers eloquent way, he tells us these two people don’t hear the same meaning when they hear the word parade. One is from a communist country where parades are forced events and she doesn’t like them. And the other recalls parades with nostalgia and celebrated social interaction that people enjoy similarly here in the US.

I know Orange Is The New Black is pretty popular, but I don’t think we watch it for the same reasons. I don’t think we feel the same way about it. Scratch that, I could be wrong and making the same assumption that you are making about me.

The other day my best friend, who has been cut off from wifi at home for years due to her location finally joined the rest of us by acquiring wifi and Netflix streaming. She sent me a text asking me if I watched OITNB. Um, hello, of course. Then she said that Piper reminded her of me. To which I was immediately offended. Me, like Piper? Whatever. And I told her I was nothing like her and that she (Piper) was so annoying. And then my friend said she liked Piper.

I was irritated about the comparison but I know my friend didn’t mean to make me upset. She probably has no idea why I would even be upset. Because I am aware of some similarities that Piper and I share. But most people who know me are completely unaware of some of our most important differences. Well one most important difference.

Ok, I will start with the obvious, we are both white. If you don’t watch the show, you should know that Piper is a white wasp-y character from a wealthy New York family. She went to prison for smuggling drugs, and those are not any things that we have in common, except for the white part. The other thing we have in common is a love of books. And seemingly liberal leanings. And we tell people what we think. Often. And we talk about life through idealistic terms, justice and fairness and what’s right or wrong. I get how she sees those similarities.

But we are so different. I will start with the obvious. I grew up extremely poor. Welfare, food stamps, section 8 housing, and all of that plus teen pregnancy. Most people know that about me. But because I talk like Piper, overly fond of words, opinionated and ready to discuss my beliefs as if anyone cares, I have had people assume I am like her. But the assumption is directly tied to being white. I get it too. I learned very early how to act like the person everyone wants you to be. Teachers, professors, bosses, even welfare eligibility workers. It worked most of the time for me too. I used it to my advantage. I remember when I finally was going to get my driver’s license, I named it. As I prepared to head out for my driving test, in my best friends car, I dressed in what I called my cute white girl look. I needed to do what I could to move forward in life. I worked very hard, and it wasn’t easy, but I know I used cute white girl whenever I could for that extra help. And that is what Piper and I have. But I seemed to be more aware of white privilege than Piper’s character is. Or maybe she is, she certainly uses when she can. Maybe I was just willing to name it.

But I don’t like her. I can’t relate to her. She doesn’t sense danger like I can because she has no experience with it. She has no fear of the prison system and no cynicism about the justice system like I do. Sure she may know statistics and cite the unjust demographics about the prison system, like a lot of people can list. I know those things too. But when she goes to prison, it’s like that book, The Unbearable Lightness of Being. When I hear words like prison, inmate, correctional facility, or correctional officer, we do not register them the same. This may be true for you too. When you watch the show these words may be just a part of a story line and represent something foreign and only known through media depictions, but not actual experience.

Growing up, all of my mother’s friends (we’ll call them friends for simplicity but the relationship between those women was not one of friendship, more of convenience) had a husband in prison. And the other mothers where I lived who didn’t have a husband in prison, didn’t have a husband. I lived in a multiracial apartment complex of poor women on welfare and their poor kids. And my mother, she married a man in prison for murder. And therein lies the huge difference between Piper and I.

My childhood memories include my mother wearing sweatpants most every day except the day she went to visit him. That day she wore clothes she never wore, make up that she didn’t normally like, and feathered her hair. In fact, the only hairspray in the house was for that purpose. My childhood memories include answering the phone when it was the collect call from prison, hearing the periodic beep that indicated it was being recorded, receiving letters in the mail from prison, and sometimes riding in the car thirty minutes south to the correctional facility.

It smelled like cows there, I think they had a farm on the property. We always had to wait to go in from the visitor entrance. So we played on plastic chairs until they called us. My mother put her plastic clear purse filled with quarters for the vending machine in the little basket, while we all walked through the metal detectors and had our hands stamped. Then, when we were clear, the guard buzzed us through the heavy, automatic door and we headed up the ramp to the visiting room. My childhood memories are what most people watch the show to ogle but then return to their non-prison affected lives, forgetting about those kinds of people.

I almost didn’t want to watch OITNB when I heard about it. Some people said it was funny. I know, it’s just a show. But I couldn’t think of anything funny about those days and I didn’t know if I wanted to see what people laughed at. I had a coworker’s husband make a joke about children of inmates as job security for correctional officers once. I have taken care of jail patients and watch others treat them different. I know I look at men in uniforms entirely different than most people because of my experience. And if drive past a prison, which not to hard to do in California, I am physically aware of its imposing guard towers, razor wire and barred windows, if they have windows. I am not just talking about the system is bad and prisoners and their families are good. Don’t try to corner me into any discussion about it that isn’t nuanced and complex, because that’s what it is and that’s what my feelings are. I know there are a lot of conversations about the justice system right now, and the news is heartbreaking. But today I am just writing about the intersection of personal experience and media in my life. If this show had been a men’s prison, I might not have watched it.

But I did watch it. The first few episodes I watched with anxiety. An anxiety that has history that includes abuse by the system and the people they were responsible for. I noticed things that were too real or not real enough. But I did not relate to Piper. The other character’s stories interested me more. Cancer in prison interested me as a nurse and someone who knows medical care for inmates has its own injustices. Stories about Piper seemed ridiculous (getting furlough?), but the meth addicts and Taystee and Flores seemed more like people I grew up with. My favorite is when you get the backstory. Maybe the creators read The Unbearable Lightness of Being too.

You may watch the show and have similar memories. Or maybe you don’t. But if we meet up at a party, and you say OITNB, don’t be surprised if I don’t talk about it the same way you do. Don’t be surprised if it’s not just a show to me. And please don’t say Piper reminds you of me.

Bright Lights, Big City

There is nothing more fun than traveling with your people. Whoever your people are, your spouse, your family, or your life long friends. But they are the people who really get you and you feel most comfortable with. I definitely find that I have trouble traveling with certain types of people. I need some space to wind down. I have my own likes and interests and want to venture off at times from a group. I love traveling with my husband. He is my favorite travel partner and we really know each other’s likes and dislikes. We don’t worry about about splitting up or saying no to each other’s ideas. We also both like to get up early and get out to see things. We also like naps so we can reenergize for the afternoon/evening.


When I went to New York in March, I went with my BFF, who I have known for twenty four years. Wow. That’s crazy now that I write that out. We also went with our friend Jen, who moved next door to my BFF after I moved out to live in Southern California. This isn’t the first time the three of us have traveled together, but it’s been awhile since we went to Vegas together. A long while. Back then our kids were all small, now they are teenagers and adults.

New York, New York

Sometimes travel falls into your lap. At least this year it is for me. Kristin had a conference in New York and insisted I join her and Jen. I used miles for one flight and booked American for the other. I had never been to New York and part of the reason is the cost. The other is the distance. It’s hard to do a quick weekend trip when the travel sucks up so much time. I left on a Thursday and came back Monday, so I could enjoy myself. It also helps the search for award flights and prices when you aren’t traveling on peak days.

We packed a lot into our weekend. A broadway play. The statue of liberty. The Highline. So much food. The Russian Tea Room. But we also talked about our lives and where we’ve come. We laughed until we cried. We ate cupcakes in bed. And we walked until our feet hurt. These are definitely my people.


Hiking Diamond Head

Diamond Head crater on the island of Oahu, is from a volcanic eruption that occurred some 200,000 years ago. The view of the outside of the crater, as seen from Waikiki,  is an iconic image used in many images of Honolulu.

For our first trip of the new year, my husband decided to head to warmer weather. I know your thinking, but California is warmer weather. But the day we left, El Niño storms were settling in. We traded rain for 80 degree weather. On our trip, we decided to hike Diamond head.

We did not rent a car on our trip, but taking TheBus from our hotel to the park entrance was easy and only $2.50 each way per person. We walk in the park on an easy ascent and paid a $1 fee to enter.

The hike would not be as easy.
Hiking Diamond Head is best done early. There is some shade along the hike but it got pretty hot and humid. You should wear appropriate clothes and bring water. Wear hats and apply sunscreen. I saw some people who looked unprepared in flip flops. The dirt trail can get slippery and I don’t how they managed.

At the top, there was a tunnel that came after a strenuous ascent. If you are claustrophobic, that tunnel may be a challenge. The top can be reached by a very steep staircase or a slower ascent with stairs and switchbacks. We chose the slower ascent, which was still a good workout.

We rewarded ourselves with shaved ice after we came back down. There is a burger food truck that has the only food in the park for sale. The people who run it are super friendly. When we approached tired from our hike, they handed us cool, wet napkins.
I am so glad we included this adventure on our trip. The reward when you reach the top includes amazing views of the ocean and Waikiki. Plus you have the shaved ice waiting for you at the bottom.

It’s Really Grand

Every day, I wake up and go to work. No really. Every day, I wake up, and I go to work. Except when I schedule a day off of call in sick or am lucky enough to be cancelled. But that costs me because I still need to get paid, only after being cancelled I will have less paid vacation hours. That’s for the weekend job (Friday, Saturday, Sunday). But M-Th, I just work. I took this teaching job knowing it meant working every day, but also knowing it would be temporary. And this week I am half way through the first semester. 5 more weeks of my grad school semester. 7 more weeks of teaching. And then I have 5 weeks off (just not from the weekend job). Is it confusing yet?

Basically what it means is I can go some more places. And there is nothing like teaching international students from Brazil, Italy, Korea, China, Japan, Taiwan, and more, to make you want to get out and see the world. So I am already planning a trip AND my husband and I already have a trip to Hawaii booked.

But before the monsoon of crazy work/school schedules began, we went to a bucket list destination.


This summer we drove to the Grand Canyon.

From LA, the drive is fairly long, which is why we did that stop in Vegas. But after Vegas, we hit the road to somewhere I had been wanting to go for a while. And the Grand Canyon was really fantastic. On the way from Nevada to Northern Arizona, we stopped at Hoover Dam for a short tour. It was HOT in July. But the dam is impressive nonetheless. DSC_0298

We also stopped in WIlliams for lunch, wine, and a little Route 66 kitsch.

But Grand Canyon National Park…well, it really was worth the placement on the bucket list. It’s just hard to imagine how big it is until you walk along the rim, and then look back at places you were standing.


When you try to spot the Colorado river and it looks like a small creek, but the park rangers tell you it’s around 300 ft across.


Our short time in park was more than we expected. For example, lodging and dining options in the park are numerous, but we never felt especially crowded like some people describe. Also, we imagined the Grand Canyon to be rocky and dry. At 7000 ft up, it can be dry, but it is also surrounded by a forest. Which means trees. That was something we did not imagine in Arizona. Getting up at sunrise and watching the light change on the south rim was awesome. And then we ate breakfast by the window facing the rim at the Hotel Tovar. If you have ever asked yourself if the Gran Canyon would be worth the visit, the answer is yes.DSC_0320