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Idea Bank

Published August 26, 2009 by gaijinmama

Every summer, as part of her homework, my daughter is required to make a bank. She’s supposed to come up with an original design, and the result is entered in an Idea Bank Contest.  Of course, as the head teacher reminded us parents, the kids need help.

At the beginning of summer, I was thinking along the lines of a papier mache rabbit, or a head with yarn for hair. Or some kind of house constructed from all of the popsicle sticks we’ve accumulated over the past couple of months. But now, with only a few days left to go, I’m casting about for something quick and easy that we haven’t done before.We stopped by the bookstore yesterday so that I could look for a craft book. At the beginning of summer, there are oodles of such books on display – books intended to give parents and kids inspiration for how to while the August days away. Those books are gone. In Japan, everything has its season.

I wonder why my daughter has to make the same thing, year after year? What are we supposed to do with all of those banks? Is some sort of lesson in money management embedded in the task?

My son’s school doesn’t have the same requirement. The kids made banks in year one (many of them used ready-made kits). This summer, my son is supposed to paint a picture on the theme of “freedom.” I was thinking doves, people of many colors holding hands, etc., but he needs to come up with the idea on his own.  I tried to help him out a bit. “What do you think of when you hear the word ‘freedom’?” I asked. My son said, “Getting out of jail.”

Polite Lies by Kyoko Mori

Published August 22, 2009 by gaijinmama

I’ve been doing a lot of reading this summer, and trying not to spend so much time at the computer. I used to spend lots of time reading, but now I waste lots of time surfing the net, which makes me a little bit sad.

Anyway, I’m currently reading Polite Lies by Kyoko Mori, a Japanese woman who lived for a long time in the Midwest, which is the reverse of me – a Midwesterner living in Japan. This book was published ten years ago, and many things in Japan have changed since then. For example, I know of many adult women who don’t want to marry, and I know of middle-aged women who have gone back to college. But a lot of things ring true even now, and I find myself wanting to call up my friends and read passages out loud. In lieu of that, I’ll post a bit. Here’s what Ms. Mori wrote about school:

“No matter what the subject, our teachers never gave us very clear advice about how to do better. When I couldn’t understand long division or fractions and decimals in math, I felt bad at first. On the timed tests we had every day, I could finish only half the problems before the teacher’s stopwatch beeped, telling us to put down our pencils. The results were put up on the wall, and my name was always near the bottom. I was told to ‘try harder,’ but none of my teachers spent extra time with me to go over what I was doing wrong. Since I wasn’t given a real chance to improve, I decided after a while that I didn’t really care how I did.”

Reading this has made me feel better about my son’s recent math scores. He’s not doomed (as my husband thinks) after all!  Kyoko Mori is now teaching at Harvard.

Koshien!

Published August 14, 2009 by gaijinmama

So yesterday morning we set out for Koshien Stadium in Osaka, which is home to the Hanshin Tigers, but also (and more importantly) where the annual national high school baseball tournament is played. It was a hot day, about 34 degrees. The TV cameras were covered with bamboo mats, and vendors went up and down the aisles selling crushed ice and cold drinks. The kids and I got to sit in a shady, cordoned-off box behind home plate – the wheelchair area. We had a great view. My husband was off being interviewed by the media, so he didn’t sit with us.

The stadium was pretty much full. In Tokushima, maybe a few hundred people show up for high school games, but there were nearly 57,000 spectators (plus, all those people across the nation watching on TV). Nevertheless, I felt our boys from Kita High School showed considerable poise. When the fourth batter, Saito, stepped up to the plate, my son said, “That’s the guy who’s lending me his Little League uniform.” I thought it was kind of cool that he had a personal connection to our local heroes (beyond his dad, of course).

Kita High School was matched up with a team from the big city, which had to make it through about 200 other teams to get to the national tournament. That ‘s about four times as many teams as in Tokushima. Everyone expected Kita High School to lose, and maybe to lose badly. Well, they did lose, due to a couple of costly errors, but only by two runs. They did good.

After the game, they scooped up dirt from the sacred grounds of Koshien and put it into a special bag to take home.

And then we got in our car and drove back to Tokushima.

Koshien: Opening Ceremony

Published August 8, 2009 by gaijinmama

I usually don’t see much of the summer national high school baseball tournament because I often spend August in the States. But today I watched the opening ceremony of the 91st annual summer high school tournament. Of course every tournament (and everything else in Japan) begins with a lot of pomp and circumstance, but that doesn’t make events like this any less majestic. I was moved by the sight of these 49 teams, marching in sync, some of them smiling broadly, others, like our boys from Tokushima, looking a bit nervous. It was so hot today, maybe 34 degrees centrigrade, but they had to stand in the middle of the field in formation, under the morning sun, throughout the many greetings.

The Crown Prince was on hand for the first time in 21 years. He gave a nice little speech in which he recalled his excitement while watching the final at Koshien when he was nine years old. And then another guy spoke about a baseball player who was killed in a bus accident when his team was on its way to a tournament game. But mostly, the speeches were meant to emphasize how special these boys are (49 remaining teams out of the 4041 at the beginning of summer)  and to inspire them to play to the best of their ability, to give the rest of us a week of drama and excitement, and to remind us of the ephemeral beauty and vigor of the young.

And then, after the ceremony, all but two teams dispersed. A ball was dropped onto the field from a helicopter and the games began.

The Redemptive Power of Writing Memoir – Guest Post by Sue William Silverman

Published August 5, 2009 by gaijinmama

Fearless_Confessions,_for_web

Growing up, I lived a double life.  On the face of it, we seemed like a normal, happy family:  My father had an important career.  We lived in nice houses and wore pretty clothes.  But all this seeming perfection was a veneer, a façade, for the other life.  It masked the reality that my father sexually molested me, a reality never spoken aloud either in our house or in public.

Before I began to write about my childhood, I didn’t understand this double life or the devastation it caused.  Instead, for years, the past appeared in my mind’s eye like faded black-and-white photographs, in which no one, especially me, seemed to be fully alive.

Then, I started putting words on the page.  Finally, I chose to examine my past.  Finally, it was more a relief to write my life than to ignore it, a relief to develop a clear focus and vision. 

I’ve been asked:  Isn’t it painful to write about the past, all those scary childhood memories? 

Yes, writing about pain was painful—but it was also a profound relief.  With every word the pain lessened.  It was as if I extracted it, one word at a time.            

Most memoirists I know are scared to write their stories.  But the point is to write anyway—on your own terms.  As you challenge yourself, you’ll feel more courageous every day. 

This may sound obvious, but the only way I know to work through difficult material is to do just that—to go through it one word at a time—to bring dark places to light.  To skirt a truth, to sidestep it, is to be emotionally vague.

Memoir writing, gathering words onto pieces of paper, helps me reduce a dark place to a manageable size.  By discovering plot, arc, theme, and metaphor, I give my life an understandable and clear organization.  Memoir creates a narrative, a life story. 

Writing my life is a gift I give to myself—and, I hope, to readers.  To write is to be constantly reborn.  Now, I no longer hide behind a veil of secrets. 

 After writing my secrets, my life feels lighter.  I step into the world more authentically, more honestly alive.

 

FEARLESS CONFESSIONS: A WRITER’S GUIDE TO MEMOIR

University of Georgia Press, paperback

www.suewilliamsilverman.com

Watch book video trailer on YouTube at http://tinyurl.com/csekan

 

Everyone has a story to tell. “Fearless Confessions” is a guidebook for people who want to take possession of their lives by putting their experiences down on paper—or in a Web site or e-book.  Enhanced with illustrative examples from many different writers as well as writing exercises, this guide helps writers navigate a range of issues from craft to ethics to marketing and will be useful to both beginners and more accomplished writers.

Author Sue William Silverman says:  “It’s crucial to cultivate the courage to tell one’s truth in the face of forces—from family members to the media—who would prefer that people with inconvenient pasts remain silent.”

 

 AUTHOR BIO:

 

Sue William Silverman’s memoir, Love Sick: One Woman’s Journey through Sexual Addiction (W. W. Norton), is also a Lifetime Television original movie.  Her first memoir, Because I Remember Terror, Father, I Remember You, won the AWP award in creative nonfiction.  She teaches in the MFA in Writing Program at the Vermont College of Fine Arts, and her most recent book is Fearless Confessions: A Writer’s Guide to Memoir, published with the University of Georgia Press (video book trailer at http://tinyurl.com/csekan.  As a professional speaker, Sue has appeared on The View, Anderson Cooper 360, and CNN Headline News.  For more about Sue, please visit www.suewilliamsilverman.com.

Sue Silverman

Published August 4, 2009 by gaijinmama

Growing up in Grand Haven, Michigan, I never met anyone who was a writer. Getting published seemed like an unattainable dream. Maybe for this reason, whenever I come across a writer from Grand Haven, I am quick to pounce on their work. When I read in Poets & Writers that a woman named Sue Silverman who lived in Grand Haven had won an award for her memoir, I immediately ordered it. The book, Because I Remember Terror, Father, I Remember You, turned out to be a beautifully written account of sexual abuse. Reading this book, I was impressed by Silverman’s honesty, and her example gave me the courage to write personal essays about painful subjects myself.

Silverman has just written a new book on writing, and as part of her on-line book tour, I will post her thoughts on redemption through writing here on Thursday. If you have any questions for her after reading her essay, please feel free to post and she will answer them.

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