May 2014 – Konga Line

Squirreling: Where Did Your Stuff Go?

Two-year-old Bea was in my apartment a month ago. She hid the 10 miniature photo books I’d made through the past decade of baby Max, family, and friends. They’re small enough to fit in a wallet (I print them through iPhoto), and I store

Grrrrrandfather

Thinking of Max’s Grrrrreat Grrrrandpa, my Kung-Kung, Albert Kong US Army Captain… thinking of being a six-year-old and being squeezed to bits in the most ferocious bear hugs he could muster. This is him with my grandma Cordelia Kong. To Kung-Kung,

My Boy With the Long Hair: F* Gender Stereotypes? Or Protect My Child?

Our most recent argument is about putting gel in Max’s hair to keep it out of his eyes. Max is growing his hair out again, which means the hair in front hangs like a curtain, too short to tie back just yet.