Kana's Chronicles
Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
Author: Kana Smith
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I had the most marvelous conversation the other evening with our teenage son. Kapena got home from football practice ahead of his dad (who’s coaching the Freshman team and thoroughly beloved by players and coaches and parents alike—but that’s a post for another time) and plunked himself down beside me to review the day. I…
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Keoni and I usually read in bed for a while every evening, and then put on a movie. Netflix is our one “extravagance,” and we tend go on exploratory themes with our movie-ordering—the latest being a comparative look at some of the film-adaptations of Jane Austen’s novels. Yup, I’ve got a husband who willingly watches “chick flicks”…
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As I begin to write this post, I haven’t yet arrived at my own answer, but I’m launching the question itself as a topic that most bloggers will run into at some time or another… The Situation: A very nasty note, posted as an anonymous comment on this blog. It was directed in all its…
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Keoni and I make a running joke about his age—not because he’s incredibly old (though of course that’s the joke), but because he was in college when I was born… So I tease him that when he used to carry girls’ books after school, they were clay tablets… Or that his birth certificate was chiseled…
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Thirty-five years ago today, my mother employed her primary Superpower and made a person. A day or two later I was introduced to a lifetime companion and playmate and co-conspirator and friend: my sister Karin. (She guides people’s pronunciation with this clue: “You park a KAR-in the garage.”) I turned three just a few weeks…
Kana's Chronicles 