Long-cuts
I am walking across campus with my wife. She says ,"Let's take the shortcut." I say okay and keep walking the way we are going. I know which way she wants to go, but
I am walking across campus with my wife. She says ,"Let's take the shortcut." I say okay and keep walking the way we are going. I know which way she wants to go, but
I come up with the clever plan of seducing my mother-in-law. You can tell how old a Korean woman is by how curly hair is. They start with long straight hair. Perhaps it doesn't start long,
It is April Fool’s day. I know it is, and I know that my wife loves jokes on April Fool’s day. Not funny jokes, mind you. Mean ones. She likes lies. To her, they are funny.
In this semi-fictional blog, I minimize talk of my Mother-in-Law. It is too rich a subject. A minefield. Not too rich for a fully fictional blog. But this blog is semi-fictional. And that means that it is semi-non-fictional.
Lucy is on the phone with her Grandma, the simple one. They talk for a while, in Korean. I'm not paying much attention, but I catch the following. Lucy: Why did you call, Grandma? Grandma (assumed)
We are visiting my mother-in-law in Seoul, staying in her apartment in Mok-dong. She throws nothing away, indeed, why should she, and the top of the fridge seems to be an appliance grave-yard. I stand on my tip-toes