When I look at my sons, I feel as if the complexities of my soul have been sundered into two separate facets and placed within each one of them. The following is a gross oversimplification of their as-yet undeveloped characters, but it’s what I think about, so I am going to let loose. My older […]
babies
That cess in yer chest
Tell me how to keep the smile on my face when I start every morning hacking like an old revolutionary until lung butter splatters the toilet bowl like adolescent lust. And clings to it like a first crush. Every morning ya’ll. I quit smoking and I remember someone saying that the first few weeks/months after […]
Merry Christmas from the Family
Here are some recent pics of my two boys, Stinky and Plumpy. For family and friends 😉 Love, Sascha Yushi Dorian Damian
Mixed Blood Prince
I wrote another small essay about raising children in China, specifically about mixed-blood babies and how they are treated here and what they can expect. Chinese grandmas swarm over any cute baby they see, but they tend to ignore Chinese babies in favor of mixed blood or all-foreign babies. There is a love and curiosity […]
Little Man
Today has been a good day. above is a pic of lil man and his brother — the other boy was born in the same room, Yushi and the mom knew each other and she gave birth a few hours before Yushi did.
From Now On
Dorian turns two weeks in a little less than an hour. The following is an altered message I wrote to a friend and is the post I was trying to write all week but never really had the time or the energy to put it all down. So thanks, Melissa, for getting me to spit […]
Beginning to feel the 安
安 means peace and is represented by a woman under a roof. I always figured this character was a bit patriarchal … but now that i have a mama and a lil one under my roof … i know what them old sages were talking about. Its the 30th according to the Chinese Lunar calender, […]
Bean’s Belly
Some pics from this evening:
Rape is the Consort of War
That just kind of came to me earlier today while reading this story here about Somalis in Minneapolis becoming “radicalized” and then heading back to Somalia to be warriors. I was envisioning the journalist interviewing one of the young boys who went back to fight and having the young boy go into a tirade about […]