A definitive guide to soup in American Samoa

Just because, the weather’s been gloomy, the kids have been sick, and just because few thing bring me joy more than talking about food, I am posting this today – my definitive guide to soup in American Samoa.
Disclaimer: I’m not that good at making soup, I don’t even really like soup, so this guide is not really a guide, nor is it definitive. I just like to write nonsense reviews about my limited culinary exploits. I know, you're welcome. 
Best Soup: DDW’s Slammin’ Saimin. This is just the right mix of hearty, comforting, satisfying (don't those all mean the same thing?) and just plain delicious. The broth is flavorful but not overpowering, and they serve it with fat saimin noodles (don’t know the proper name) and generous lashings of char siu pork, terayaki chicken and deep fried shrimp. Now, I am partial to breakfast, so it should come as no surprise that I eat this soup at least twice a month (no joke) and its been absolutely devastating to call them the last 2 Saturdays and…


I made a life changing decision this week. I cried for days before I made and I haven't slept since I made it. Suffice to say, it was difficult to make, but I ultimately know it's the right decision. It's the strangest thing though, as the feelings subside (and we all know I have a ton of damn feelings), I feel like I've awoken from a long, deep slumber and I've just gasped and taken the first deep breath of fresh air that I have in a long time. 

Things I never noticed, people I didn't talk to, things I always wanted to do but put on the back burner. For instance, I've hated karaoke my entire life. Well, apparently I don't? Who knew. I cared about the 7s scores for the first time in a long time.  I've had real conversations with friends, not just the flippant hi-bye variety. I'd forgotten how good those felt.  I am writing again.  I suddenly have not just the time but the space in mind and soul for them. It's as though I'm remembering who…

Dealing with Rejection

Rejection has been something of a theme in my recent past.
I strongly supported an idea that I cheered on and championed, only for it to be subsequently viciously and unceremoniously rejected.
I then spearheaded an opportunity that made fast progress, only to be abruptly rejected, after I had more or less popped the champagne that it was a done deal.
I have been fighting on my own and others behalf in a case where I simply feel the wrong thing is being done, and disagreement continues as we face the difficulty of being rejected by those whose responsibility it is to do the right thing by us.
The impact of these scenarios, has been to say the least, difficult. Or to be quite frank, it has been pure stinging devastation.
All the emotions of anger, sadness and indignation at life’s seeming cruelty have swept through my being repeatedly over the past few months.Those who have been tolerant enough to endure the purging of my emotions have continued to remind me that, “everything happens fo…

New Year notes

Why hello 2017! 

It's late but yesterday was my birthday, so technically my new year just started so my new year resolutions for my (ahem) 33rd year are to:
To be more mindful with my family. To do homework without yelling. To do marriage with less yelling.To take less bullshit, and to indulge more freely in the things that make me truly happy and fulfilled.To save money and remember that I enjoy financial freedom more than the latest whatever-I-don’t-need.To be clear on, and true to the vision for my life and career.  To write down the 5-year plan (again) and to do my best to not veer too far off course (again).To walk in faith, and remember that my plans may not always be His plans, but it will always work out. Wish me luck, and I wish you all luck too xo

Change reflections.

Can I just say the world has changed since my last blog entry on September 23rd? A few reflections, because, we all know I love a good reflection.
Change is the only constant in life. If it catches you off guard, you deserve it because you got too comfortable and you forgot that life and change are much bigger than just you and just this moment.  In the wise words of Janet, “like a moth to flame burned by the fire, that’s the way life goes.” Life doesn’t care about what you think you deserve, or whether you’re ready, quite the opposite. The bitch will just burn you, like, snap. There. You're crisp.  Ready or not. 
Change is the world pushing you out of your comfort zone because you sat too long there. The more difficult the change, the deeper in the comfort zone you are and the more you needed to get out.  Comfort zones are where dreams get "settled" and eventually die. Get out. Stay out.  
“Getting out” is a state of mind, an epiphany of understanding that this is the univ…

This week

This weeks trials One Sick daughter, the other one went to school.Sick husbandBeing sick but still having to workNo exerciseGave in to bad eating, pretty much every mealGot told I was fat by masseuse that I was paying $70 to make me feel better about myself.5 year old daughter giving me thirteen year old attitude during homework time, or tauloto time, or bedtime.1 year old is leaving damn wooden shapes everywhere. Slept on some last night.Washing machine is deadThis week has felt like it would never end!

This weeks wins Sick husband stayed home so he did all the school pick up and drop off dutySick husband stayed home with sick daughterFelt sick, but not sick enough to stay home with sick husband and daughter.No exercise!Ate what I wantedHad amazing massage. Felt better.5 year old is doing homework, learning tauloto and going to bed on time.1 year old is learning her shapes and colors. Her favorites are “Triangle” and “Purple”Can finally get energy efficient washing machine.This week end…

Pageant Season

It’s that time of year again, when ladies are on display for the judgment of the entire nation, vying for the burden opportunity to be scrutinized honored as a national ambassador for youth, women, and the nation for the next year. Ah yes, it’s hunting pageant season.
It’s a little unsettling, this notion that women need to parade before a group of “judges” to be graded like cattle assessed as the next national flag bearer. And it’s even more unsettling how appealing this is to our society today, in 2016, where women not only have the vote, they become the President. (#ImWithHer)And what's probably most unsettling, is that people not only engage in it, they almost relish the chance to pick apart someone else’s well intentioned efforts.
Why are we so engrossed with pageants? And why is so satisfying to cast our eyes and cast our judgments over women, in pageants, like it were sport?
If you think about it, at their core, Pageants are/ have become like spectator sport.There is an el…