http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/ Tales of a wandering lesbian Mon, 28 Nov 2011 07:07:24 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/comment-page-1/#comment-640 Transitional | Mid Leap Thu, 21 Jan 2010 08:41:12 +0000 http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/#comment-640 [...] to go traveling, I knew some of the things I was getting into.  I thought about the loss of language.  I agonized over leaving my house and also over leaving my home.  Traveling through Italy, I [...] [...] to go traveling, I knew some of the things I was getting into.  I thought about the loss of language.  I agonized over leaving my house and also over leaving my home.  Traveling through Italy, I [...]

]]> http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/comment-page-1/#comment-553 Comforts | Mid Leap Sun, 27 Dec 2009 23:37:56 +0000 http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/#comment-553 [...] prepare myself for certain things.  Like not having a place of my own, or the loss of language and humor.  I expected it to be hard in some respects, in truth the hard is part of what I was looking [...] [...] prepare myself for certain things.  Like not having a place of my own, or the loss of language and humor.  I expected it to be hard in some respects, in truth the hard is part of what I was looking [...]

]]> http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/comment-page-1/#comment-184 The Ant Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:17:04 +0000 http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/#comment-184 HA! I guess whoever "they" are, were correct when they said "It's all in the translation". HA! I guess whoever “they” are, were correct when they said “It’s all in the translation”.

]]> http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/comment-page-1/#comment-183 Mo Thu, 10 Sep 2009 16:45:11 +0000 http://www.midleap.com/2009/09/words/#comment-183 Reading your translated text made me giggle for a moment Kristen, but it also made me ponder and reflect what my mother's experience must have been like. In a way I never had before. She was a Korean woman who immigrated to the United States with very little English under her belt. Granted, she moved here with her American husband and baby daughter. I knew all that. But I had never stopped to think about what a vivacious and social woman she was and how that shaped her experiences here. How frustrating and limiting and alternately how much that spurred her on to master her new language. I remember "teaching" her what swear words meant in our backyard. I still laugh out loud at the expressions on her face! I miss my mom and regret that I can't sit down with her and learn more of who she was not in the context of the role of my "mother". It was a surprise to read your blog and have it give me a window to see her that way. BTW, my mom was a riot. Seriously she was a funny funny lady in any language. You are too. Reading your translated text made me giggle for a moment Kristen, but it also made me ponder and reflect what my mother’s experience must have been like. In a way I never had before. She was a Korean woman who immigrated to the United States with very little English under her belt. Granted, she moved here with her American husband and baby daughter. I knew all that. But I had never stopped to think about what a vivacious and social woman she was and how that shaped her experiences here. How frustrating and limiting and alternately how much that spurred her on to master her new language. I remember “teaching” her what swear words meant in our backyard. I still laugh out loud at the expressions on her face! I miss my mom and regret that I can’t sit down with her and learn more of who she was not in the context of the role of my “mother”. It was a surprise to read your blog and have it give me a window to see her that way. BTW, my mom was a riot. Seriously she was a funny funny lady in any language. You are too.

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