Oh Well, I’m Flexible

August 25, 2017August 25, 2017 ~ Evelyn Mitsunaga ~ 2 Comments

Next Time I’ll Read the Signs. Yosemite. A family road trip just like years ago––only this time my husband and I are old enough to have a free lifetime pass and our sons, both single and childless, are in their 40s. We beat the crowds to the Camp Curry registration desk, where we are greeted … Continue reading Oh Well, I’m Flexible

I Remember One Week in a June

August 22, 2017September 22, 2017 ~ Evelyn Mitsunaga ~ 4 Comments

I forgot––when I picked up that flat box, the last one on the Farmers’ Market table barely filled with green grape-like gooseberries, remembering all the times my mother had mentioned gooseberries and trying to remember what she said about them and then excitedly telling my husband that I definitely wanted to buy it so he … Continue reading I Remember One Week in a June