Hello, Seattle!
It's a sculpture. It's a vane. It's practical.
Pick a pepper. 
Space Needle
Yum, crab!
Bloomin' peonies
A puffin! (And an annoying tourist)
Goodbye, Seattle!Monday, May 22, 2006
The beauty of Seattle
Hello, Seattle! It's a sculpture. It's a vane. It's practical. Pick a pepper. Yum, crab! Bloomin' peonies Goodbye, Seattle!
South Korean female politician attacked
"South Korea's main opposition leader recovering after knife attack"
"Park Geun-hye, chairwoman of the Grand National Party, suffered an 11-centimeter (4-inch) cut on her face Saturday when a man slashed her with a box cutter at a campaign rally for her party's candidate for Seoul mayor."
Park is a potential presidential candidate in South Korea. Her family history ...
"Park, 54, is the daughter of the late President Park Chung-hee, who ruled South Korea for 18 years after taking power in a 1961 military coup.
Park's mother, Yook Young-soo, was fatally shot in 1974. Five years later, Park's father was assassinated by the then chief of the state intelligence agency."
Found this info about the attacker, 50-year-old Ji Chung-ho ...
"Attacker hates establishment"
"Ji was orphaned at an early age in Incheon and raised by foster parents. But his mother mostly raised him alone after his father died when he was young. His neighbors reportedly said Ji became uncontrollable and rebellious after he found out his parents were not his biological parents when he was in junior high school."
"Park Geun-hye, chairwoman of the Grand National Party, suffered an 11-centimeter (4-inch) cut on her face Saturday when a man slashed her with a box cutter at a campaign rally for her party's candidate for Seoul mayor."
Park is a potential presidential candidate in South Korea. Her family history ...
"Park, 54, is the daughter of the late President Park Chung-hee, who ruled South Korea for 18 years after taking power in a 1961 military coup.
Park's mother, Yook Young-soo, was fatally shot in 1974. Five years later, Park's father was assassinated by the then chief of the state intelligence agency."
Found this info about the attacker, 50-year-old Ji Chung-ho ...
"Attacker hates establishment"
"Ji was orphaned at an early age in Incheon and raised by foster parents. But his mother mostly raised him alone after his father died when he was young. His neighbors reportedly said Ji became uncontrollable and rebellious after he found out his parents were not his biological parents when he was in junior high school."
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Just say no!
I think I'm going to be sick ...
"Bush promotes brother Jeb to follow him in White House"
Gotta love Mark Fiore ...
"The Decider"
"Bush promotes brother Jeb to follow him in White House"
Gotta love Mark Fiore ...
"The Decider"
Monday, May 08, 2006
I love you, Mom -- now change how you look
From Reuters Health ...
"A new wrinkle in gifts for Mom and Dad"
"South Koreans traditionally used to say it with flowers or money, but now more are showing love and respect to their parents by giving mum and dad coupons for cosmetic surgery.
Local media has reported a boom in orders this year for botox treatments, face lifts and hair transplants to mark Parents' Day on Monday."
"A new wrinkle in gifts for Mom and Dad"
"South Koreans traditionally used to say it with flowers or money, but now more are showing love and respect to their parents by giving mum and dad coupons for cosmetic surgery.
Local media has reported a boom in orders this year for botox treatments, face lifts and hair transplants to mark Parents' Day on Monday."
Friday, May 05, 2006
May 5, 2006
In addition to being Cinco de Mayo, today is Buddha's birthday and Children's Day (어린이날), public holidays in South Korea. (Children's Day was known as Boy's Day until 1975, according to a Wikipedia entry.) And to incorporate the two holidays, how about a photo of children celebrating Buddha's birthday? :D
Some interesting articles I found on the Korea Times Web site:
"For the Beauty of 'Hangul'"
Hangul calligraphy and design becoming popular around the world.
"'Hollywood Plagiarized My Novel'"
A Korean author has filed a lawsuit against a U.S. film distribution company, claiming that the movie "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" plagiarized his 1996 novel, "Virgin Till The End, Just Once."
Some interesting articles I found on the Korea Times Web site:
"For the Beauty of 'Hangul'"
Hangul calligraphy and design becoming popular around the world.
"'Hollywood Plagiarized My Novel'"
A Korean author has filed a lawsuit against a U.S. film distribution company, claiming that the movie "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" plagiarized his 1996 novel, "Virgin Till The End, Just Once."
Friday, April 28, 2006
:O
"400 Dead Dolphins Found in Tanzania"
"At least 400 dead dolphins were found on Zanzibar's northern coastline early Friday, alarming villagers, fishermen and tour operators, residents said."
"400 dead dolphins found off African coast"
(The second link includes a photo.)
"At least 400 dead dolphins were found on Zanzibar's northern coastline early Friday, alarming villagers, fishermen and tour operators, residents said."
"400 dead dolphins found off African coast"
(The second link includes a photo.)
Monday, April 24, 2006
Spring has sprung
Spring has finally come to San Francisco. The endless days of rain have gone and the cherry blossoms have bloomed.
Cherry blossoms by the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park...
On Sunday, my hubby and I went to the Northern California Cherry Blossom Festival in Japantown. He hates crowded events but was a good sport considering the festival was packed since it was the last day and the day of the grand parade.
It was cute seeing little Asian kids dressed in kimonos. What was not so cute was seeing white women dressed in cheap kimonos. I wish I had taken some cute/not cute photos to post.
Always fun is checking out the vendor booths, such as the Blacklava one. Had to laugh at seeing this t-shirt and this one ... oh and this one, too. YES!
Also cool were the origami and paper doll exhibits ...
Cherry blossoms by the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park...
On Sunday, my hubby and I went to the Northern California Cherry Blossom Festival in Japantown. He hates crowded events but was a good sport considering the festival was packed since it was the last day and the day of the grand parade.
It was cute seeing little Asian kids dressed in kimonos. What was not so cute was seeing white women dressed in cheap kimonos. I wish I had taken some cute/not cute photos to post.
Always fun is checking out the vendor booths, such as the Blacklava one. Had to laugh at seeing this t-shirt and this one ... oh and this one, too. YES!
Also cool were the origami and paper doll exhibits ...
Friday, April 21, 2006
Reward
This post started out about my new t-shirt (see below) ...
I hate going to the dentist -- hate it, hate it, HATE IT!
I didn't always feel this way.
When I was younger, my parents took me to a dentist who specialized in pediatric dentistry. I actually looked forward to seeing my dentist every six months. Although, the little rewards that I got at his office probably enticed me -- and helped my parents avoid having to drag me, kicking and screaming, to the dentist.
At my dentist's office, the kids could pick a "reward" at the end of each exam from this huge, green plastic frog head toy box for being such a good patient. I remember sitting in the waiting room, looking through an issue of Highlights, and eyeing the toy box in the corner of the room before each exam. I couldn't wait to open the lid to all the wonderful toys inside and choose my reward.
After every visit, I'd walk out with a new toothbrush, a little floss dispenser, a sticker on my shirt, the taste of strawberry fluoride in my mouth, the crunch of the polishing material in my teeth, and a little trinket -- often a shiny plastic ring -- from the frog toy box.
For years I went to the same dentist -- even for the braces I got in seventh grade. But I grew up, went off to college and didn't have dental insurance for many years. When I got my first "real" job with medical and dental benefits, I decided I better go the dentist since I hadn't been to one in years and made an appointment with an office near my home.
That cleaning was the most painful, torturous visit! Granted, I hadn't been to the dentist in years, but I take good care of my teeth -- I even floss nightly -- and never, ever had a cavity before. I found out at a follow-up appointment that the sadistic hygienist who ripped apart my mouth was a temp filling in that day. Lucky me. After that series of visits, it was years before my next dentist appointment.
Since I moved to San Francisco and again got a job with dental benefits, the adult voice inside my head told me to go for regular cleanings and get my money's worth.
I found a dentist (a nice, youngish Asian one) near my work. He has a new, high-tech office -- we're talking digital x-rays, digital camera system, flat-screen monitors by the patient chairs (so you can see the hole in your tooth that he's telling you to get filled), and computers with electronic dental records in every exam room.
After a two-hour initial exam last fall, in which the dentist explained all the issues concerning my teeth, gums and oral health, and showed me digital images to back up what he was saying, and a not-too-bad cleaning by the hygienist, I decided to return in six months for another cleaning, especially after being assured that the next visit would only take an hour.
So yesterday I took off early from work for my spring six-month cleaning, feeling relatively relaxed and at ease with the idea of going to the dentist. Unfortunately, this visit wasn't as pain-free as the last. Since I was the last patient of the day, perhaps the hygienist was impatient to leave and wasn't as careful. Whatever the case, I was glad to get the hell out of the dental chair.
Despite the scraping, jabbing and poking 'til my gums bled, I have to say that dentistry has come a long way, especially in terms of easing patient discomfort: using a topical anesthetic to numb your gums (I applaud whoever decided that it should be used during dental cleanings), sonic tools to help kill all the nasty bacteria, foaming fluoride treatments (no more gooey glop in mouthguard-like styrofoam trays) and background music (to help block out the horrible scraping sounds in your mouth). I actually turned down the opportunity to watch music videos on the flat-screen monitor.
After my somewhat painful visit to the "dentist" (the nice Asian dentist didn't even examine my teeth -- guess it really was just a cleaning), I walked out with a new Colgate Active Angle toothbrush (for nonsonic toothbrushes, these are the best, plus they come in blue and yellow!), a minifloss dispenser (perfect for my purse), strawberry-flavored fluoride on my teeth, and crunchy polish in between them.
But as I walked down the street and even though I am now thirtysomething, I decided I deserved a well-earned reward for my pain and suffering.
With no big green frog toy box from which to choose my reward, I headed downtown and went shopping. I bought myself this Jim Benton/Blackjack Inc. t-shirt at a local discount store:
Mine's black with a white and pink bunny -- love it! (It's what I'd like to say to my babbling, whiny co-worker.)
A Web site was included on the shirt tag so I checked it out to see what other t-shirts were available. I found this one, which is on my list to get next:
(KADs know that this sentiment perfectly expresses how we feel about certain people.)
There are other great design lines, and here are links to some of my favorite shirts from each: It's Happy Bunny, Dog of Glee, Sweetypuss (and this one, too), Just Jimmy (I saw this one on a shirt yesterday), Just Plain Mean and So Totally True.
I hate going to the dentist -- hate it, hate it, HATE IT!
I didn't always feel this way.
When I was younger, my parents took me to a dentist who specialized in pediatric dentistry. I actually looked forward to seeing my dentist every six months. Although, the little rewards that I got at his office probably enticed me -- and helped my parents avoid having to drag me, kicking and screaming, to the dentist.
At my dentist's office, the kids could pick a "reward" at the end of each exam from this huge, green plastic frog head toy box for being such a good patient. I remember sitting in the waiting room, looking through an issue of Highlights, and eyeing the toy box in the corner of the room before each exam. I couldn't wait to open the lid to all the wonderful toys inside and choose my reward.
After every visit, I'd walk out with a new toothbrush, a little floss dispenser, a sticker on my shirt, the taste of strawberry fluoride in my mouth, the crunch of the polishing material in my teeth, and a little trinket -- often a shiny plastic ring -- from the frog toy box.
For years I went to the same dentist -- even for the braces I got in seventh grade. But I grew up, went off to college and didn't have dental insurance for many years. When I got my first "real" job with medical and dental benefits, I decided I better go the dentist since I hadn't been to one in years and made an appointment with an office near my home.
That cleaning was the most painful, torturous visit! Granted, I hadn't been to the dentist in years, but I take good care of my teeth -- I even floss nightly -- and never, ever had a cavity before. I found out at a follow-up appointment that the sadistic hygienist who ripped apart my mouth was a temp filling in that day. Lucky me. After that series of visits, it was years before my next dentist appointment.
Since I moved to San Francisco and again got a job with dental benefits, the adult voice inside my head told me to go for regular cleanings and get my money's worth.
I found a dentist (a nice, youngish Asian one) near my work. He has a new, high-tech office -- we're talking digital x-rays, digital camera system, flat-screen monitors by the patient chairs (so you can see the hole in your tooth that he's telling you to get filled), and computers with electronic dental records in every exam room.
After a two-hour initial exam last fall, in which the dentist explained all the issues concerning my teeth, gums and oral health, and showed me digital images to back up what he was saying, and a not-too-bad cleaning by the hygienist, I decided to return in six months for another cleaning, especially after being assured that the next visit would only take an hour.
So yesterday I took off early from work for my spring six-month cleaning, feeling relatively relaxed and at ease with the idea of going to the dentist. Unfortunately, this visit wasn't as pain-free as the last. Since I was the last patient of the day, perhaps the hygienist was impatient to leave and wasn't as careful. Whatever the case, I was glad to get the hell out of the dental chair.
Despite the scraping, jabbing and poking 'til my gums bled, I have to say that dentistry has come a long way, especially in terms of easing patient discomfort: using a topical anesthetic to numb your gums (I applaud whoever decided that it should be used during dental cleanings), sonic tools to help kill all the nasty bacteria, foaming fluoride treatments (no more gooey glop in mouthguard-like styrofoam trays) and background music (to help block out the horrible scraping sounds in your mouth). I actually turned down the opportunity to watch music videos on the flat-screen monitor.
After my somewhat painful visit to the "dentist" (the nice Asian dentist didn't even examine my teeth -- guess it really was just a cleaning), I walked out with a new Colgate Active Angle toothbrush (for nonsonic toothbrushes, these are the best, plus they come in blue and yellow!), a minifloss dispenser (perfect for my purse), strawberry-flavored fluoride on my teeth, and crunchy polish in between them.
But as I walked down the street and even though I am now thirtysomething, I decided I deserved a well-earned reward for my pain and suffering.
With no big green frog toy box from which to choose my reward, I headed downtown and went shopping. I bought myself this Jim Benton/Blackjack Inc. t-shirt at a local discount store:
Mine's black with a white and pink bunny -- love it! (It's what I'd like to say to my babbling, whiny co-worker.)
A Web site was included on the shirt tag so I checked it out to see what other t-shirts were available. I found this one, which is on my list to get next:
(KADs know that this sentiment perfectly expresses how we feel about certain people.)
There are other great design lines, and here are links to some of my favorite shirts from each: It's Happy Bunny, Dog of Glee, Sweetypuss (and this one, too), Just Jimmy (I saw this one on a shirt yesterday), Just Plain Mean and So Totally True.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Kimchi!
My co-worker sent me a press release about a cardiologist named Dr. Asher Kimchi who will receive the "Passion of the Heart Award" at the American Heart Association Heart Awards Gala.
This prompted a Google search. We found that the root of the family name Kimchi comes from Kemach, which means flour in Hebrew.
But, another Google result had me drooling onto my keyboard. The Korea Agro-Fisheries Trade Corp. kimchi Web site has everything you ever wanted to know about kimchi, its ingredients and health benefits (according to the site, it helps prevent constipation, enteritis, colonitis, acid toxicosis, obesity, diabetes, gastrointestinal cancers and arteriosclerosis; helps with digestion and suppressing aging; has lots of vitamin C; and more), along with recipes for kimchi, Korean dishes, and Western dishes that incorporate kimchi (spaghetti, pizza, pork cutlets -- sorry, no burgers).
The site also has a page on the cute, trademarked kimchi character, developed back in 2000 to "promote the excellency of Korean kimchi and to emphasize the difference from Japanese kimuchi."
(Last year I went to the Northern California Cherry Blossom Festival -- which, BTW, is this weekend -- in Japantown, and one of the food booths was serving what looked to be kalbi with kimchi. At the time I thought, "Since when is kalbi and kimchi Japanese?" The kimuchi link above helps explain the Korean/Japanese kimchi dispute.)
Now I'm craving kimchi. Good thing I have a jar at home. :D
This prompted a Google search. We found that the root of the family name Kimchi comes from Kemach, which means flour in Hebrew.
But, another Google result had me drooling onto my keyboard. The Korea Agro-Fisheries Trade Corp. kimchi Web site has everything you ever wanted to know about kimchi, its ingredients and health benefits (according to the site, it helps prevent constipation, enteritis, colonitis, acid toxicosis, obesity, diabetes, gastrointestinal cancers and arteriosclerosis; helps with digestion and suppressing aging; has lots of vitamin C; and more), along with recipes for kimchi, Korean dishes, and Western dishes that incorporate kimchi (spaghetti, pizza, pork cutlets -- sorry, no burgers).
The site also has a page on the cute, trademarked kimchi character, developed back in 2000 to "promote the excellency of Korean kimchi and to emphasize the difference from Japanese kimuchi."
(Last year I went to the Northern California Cherry Blossom Festival -- which, BTW, is this weekend -- in Japantown, and one of the food booths was serving what looked to be kalbi with kimchi. At the time I thought, "Since when is kalbi and kimchi Japanese?" The kimuchi link above helps explain the Korean/Japanese kimchi dispute.)
Now I'm craving kimchi. Good thing I have a jar at home. :D
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Exports
Looks like South Korea will soon be exporting nurses in addition to babies ...
"South Korea plans to export 10,000 nurses to U.S."
But I'm guessing the nurses will have at least some say in the matter of leaving Korea.
Other related articles ...
"U.S. to import 10,000 S. Koreans for nurses over five years"
"US to Recruit 10,000 Korean Nurses"
"South Korea plans to export 10,000 nurses to U.S."
But I'm guessing the nurses will have at least some say in the matter of leaving Korea.
Other related articles ...
"U.S. to import 10,000 S. Koreans for nurses over five years"
"US to Recruit 10,000 Korean Nurses"
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Oops!
At my office, we get the the printed version of the Wall Street Journal delivered daily. (I have to say that sometimes I miss reading printed newspapers, flipping through sections page by page instead of clicking and scrolling, clicking and scrolling.)
Wednesday's section of the Personal Journal included Avery Johnson's Travel Watch piece (page D5), which mentioned how airlines were starting to offer healthcare services onboard flights. Its subhead read: "Heath Care in the Air."
Personally, I love finding errors in printed materials. Must be the former proofreader in me. Errors like those also make me appreciate one of the benefits of online publishing -- mistakes can be quickly corrected.
Wednesday's section of the Personal Journal included Avery Johnson's Travel Watch piece (page D5), which mentioned how airlines were starting to offer healthcare services onboard flights. Its subhead read: "Heath Care in the Air."
Personally, I love finding errors in printed materials. Must be the former proofreader in me. Errors like those also make me appreciate one of the benefits of online publishing -- mistakes can be quickly corrected.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Oriental City
April 18, 2006, marks the 100th anniversary of the great 1906 San Francisco earthquake and fire. There's an interesting article in the Wall Street Journal covering the experiences of Chinese-Americans after the earthquake, and how city leaders wanted Chinatown rebuilt on the outskirts of the city and renamed the "Oriental City" ...
"A Century Later, Chinatown Revisits History of Quake"
Updated (4/12/06): NPR broadcast a segment on Chinatown after the earthquake on Wednesday's Morning Edition program: "Rebuilding Chinatown After the 1906 Quake."
"A Century Later, Chinatown Revisits History of Quake"
Updated (4/12/06): NPR broadcast a segment on Chinatown after the earthquake on Wednesday's Morning Edition program: "Rebuilding Chinatown After the 1906 Quake."
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Having a field day
The Chosun Ilbo has been covering Hines Ward's visit to Korea with his mother ...
"Football Star Talks of Feelings About Korean Roots"
"Football Star's Mother Looks Back in Anger"
"One Man's Power to Change Ingrained Perceptions"
The last is an editorial/column, but doesn't say who wrote it.
Updated (4/18/06): Found this Reuters article, "South Korea welcomes new-found sports hero Ward"
"Football Star Talks of Feelings About Korean Roots"
"Football Star's Mother Looks Back in Anger"
"One Man's Power to Change Ingrained Perceptions"
The last is an editorial/column, but doesn't say who wrote it.
Updated (4/18/06): Found this Reuters article, "South Korea welcomes new-found sports hero Ward"
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Korean screenwriter for 'Lost'
Christina Kim made her screenwriting debut with "Lost" ...
"The Invisible Korean Behind U.S. Hit Drama"
"The Invisible Korean Behind U.S. Hit Drama"
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Help!!
I'm surrounded by freshly printed wedding pictures, five different types of photo paper, a rainbow of ink cartridges, postage stamps, and thank-you cards and envelopes that are staring blankly back at me, making me feel guilty.
You may not hear from me for a few days -- or weeks.
Until then, though, you can enjoy a photo of my beautiful bridal bouquet ...
But, if you don't hear from me in a month or two, send help!
You may not hear from me for a few days -- or weeks.
Until then, though, you can enjoy a photo of my beautiful bridal bouquet ...
But, if you don't hear from me in a month or two, send help!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Sadie
Sadie, Sadie, married lady, that's me!
The line from the "Funny Girl" song keeps playing in my head, especially when I gaze down at the lovely, sparkly wedding band on my left hand. (Although after seeing some wedding photos, another line, "The groom was prettier than the bride," also keeps popping into my head.)
Before, I wrote that when people asked whether I was excited and looking forward to the big day my reply was that I was looking forward to the day after the wedding. But, I have to admit that I was wrong. Turns out I really looked forward to the night of my wedding, after the reception ... when I could take off my wedding dress and breathe, slouch and be comfortable. I'm FREEEEEEEEEE!
Now, people keep asking me if it feels any different being married. Other than feeling more relaxed and stress-free, I'd have to say no. Maybe once I actually see the marriage license, which is suppose to arrive by mail in about 120 days, I'll feel differently. Then again, probably not.
We still have yet to completely unpack (or I should say I have yet to completely unpack) our suitcases and wedding crap (err, I mean, beautiful wedding accessories). We still have to clean up the absolute disaster of a mess we (I) left in our home before leaving for our wedding trip. And we have yet to clean out the old housewares to make room for all our lovely wedding gifts. (But, on the upside, we [I] get to go shopping with all the gift cards we received. Yay!)
When will I feel married? Probably when tax time hits next year and we have to write out a big, fat check to the IRS since we are now DINKs.
I'll just keep singing to myself ...
I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady!
(BTW, I did change my name -- my middle name is now my Korean first name. I think I made the final decision just days before the big day. Writing my new name on the marriage license felt a bit odd, but it also felt right -- it was me.)
The line from the "Funny Girl" song keeps playing in my head, especially when I gaze down at the lovely, sparkly wedding band on my left hand. (Although after seeing some wedding photos, another line, "The groom was prettier than the bride," also keeps popping into my head.)
Before, I wrote that when people asked whether I was excited and looking forward to the big day my reply was that I was looking forward to the day after the wedding. But, I have to admit that I was wrong. Turns out I really looked forward to the night of my wedding, after the reception ... when I could take off my wedding dress and breathe, slouch and be comfortable. I'm FREEEEEEEEEE!
Now, people keep asking me if it feels any different being married. Other than feeling more relaxed and stress-free, I'd have to say no. Maybe once I actually see the marriage license, which is suppose to arrive by mail in about 120 days, I'll feel differently. Then again, probably not.
We still have yet to completely unpack (or I should say I have yet to completely unpack) our suitcases and wedding crap (err, I mean, beautiful wedding accessories). We still have to clean up the absolute disaster of a mess we (I) left in our home before leaving for our wedding trip. And we have yet to clean out the old housewares to make room for all our lovely wedding gifts. (But, on the upside, we [I] get to go shopping with all the gift cards we received. Yay!)
When will I feel married? Probably when tax time hits next year and we have to write out a big, fat check to the IRS since we are now DINKs.
I'll just keep singing to myself ...
I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady!
(BTW, I did change my name -- my middle name is now my Korean first name. I think I made the final decision just days before the big day. Writing my new name on the marriage license felt a bit odd, but it also felt right -- it was me.)
Right on!
DailyIndia.com recently published an article about the 1.5 million orphaned children from the South Asian tsunami of December 26, 2004, and the response to the interest from around the world to adopt these children.
Since the disaster, adoption agencies around the world have been fielding phone calls from well-meaning families wanting to adopt a child from one of the countries hit.
Adoption experts say the best thing people can do is to donate money to causes that directly help the children. They say it's wrong to take a traumatized child away from the environment that they have grown up in.
"Adoptions, especially inter-country ones, are inappropriate during the emergency phase as children are better placed being cared for by their wider families and the communities they know," said the charity Save the Children in a statement released Jan. 6, 2005.
International Adoption needs to be well planned.
"The last thing they need to do is be rushed away to some foreign land," said Cory Barron of Children's Hope International, an American adoption agency. "We have to think of the child first."
Adoption by some well meaning couple in the west flying half way round the world bearing large sums of money to whisk the child away to a life totally alien to everything it has known isn't always what is in the best interests of the child.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Sad
"Dana Reeve dies of lung cancer"
I keep picturing the scene at the end of "Somewhere in Time," except with Christopher Reeve standing there waiting for Dana.
I keep picturing the scene at the end of "Somewhere in Time," except with Christopher Reeve standing there waiting for Dana.
Heartbroken?
Rio was 35. We both grew up in Minnesota, and I remember visiting her many times.
"Rio, Minnesota Zoo's oldest female dolphin, dies"
"One of Rio's calves, Harley, died in January after fracturing his skull when he jumped out of the water and hit his head on the concrete deck."
Perhaps she was heartbroken over the loss of Harley.
"Rio, Minnesota Zoo's oldest female dolphin, dies"
"One of Rio's calves, Harley, died in January after fracturing his skull when he jumped out of the water and hit his head on the concrete deck."
Perhaps she was heartbroken over the loss of Harley.
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