We were sitting in a vegetarian restaurant talking, me with my dictionary in my hands and him with his patience and sparse smattering of English words for linguistic emergency. He was explaining the core meaning of the Tai Chi Yin-Yang symbol to me. He grabbed the salt & pepper shaker from the table. (These are rare on Chinese tables, but…   …read more.

I’ve missed two whole weeks of photographing my belly. That’s what hectic touring will do! These last two weeks have been INSANE and I can’t express how happy I am that I’m poised to step on a plane tomorrow to head back to my partner, pillow and peace. No more hotels, no more road travel, and home cooking! Don’t get…   …read more.

When I finally got to know him better—again, through Traci and her boyfriend and her group of musician friends—it was with music that we communicated the most. It was our common fluent language. He invited me to some jams. I met lots of other players. He invited me to hear some traditional music and to see some Chinese instruments played….   …read more.

This month, since I’m currently in the Midwestern part of the US in the final leg of my “11:11” tour, I didn’t get my pre-natal check-up in China. So, I decided that I should give myself a check-up and let you know how things are going in the general sense. You can be my pre-natal nurses/doctors from afar and give…   …read more.

I wrote an article last year that was published in Herizons Magazine called “Corridors of Queer.” It was more of an academic piece and less of a story like this blog. Still, it was about this very topic and its intent was to bring to light the experiences of women like myself who have chosen to be with men but…   …read more.

Here I am, visibly pregnant and waddling around North America like a duck, and there’s not a day that goes by when someone doesn’t ask me whether there’s a girl baby or a boy baby in here. I would prefer the question to be, “How are you?” or, “Do you need to sit down?” but, 9 times out of 10,…   …read more.

The second time I met Guo Jian was on my second journey to China. I was three days into my trip. I had arranged to meet my friend Traci at a local folk music bar and she felt like a beacon in my fog. I didn’t really know why I had come back. There was some sort of invisible magnetism…   …read more.

It’s been over a week of performing shows on this tour and Little Spark is dancing up a storm. I realize that I reported on feeling the baby move ages ago when I was in that Beijing music venue in mid July and felt the need to leave, that twinge in my gut, that instinctive need to free Little Spark…   …read more.

One of the most common discussions that queer women have when we first get together is about our past relationships. We talk about our exes, what we’ve learned, what we hated about the dynamics, what we wish had been different. We often talk about the ex-ex-exes too and string each experience together like a series of episodes in a complex…   …read more.

I have been on the road for a week. The miles already stretch out behind me from Sudbury, Ontario where we started to where I sit today, poised to drive to Cincinnati from Southern Indiana. Lately, I have been touring with a GPS. It’s such a helpful tool, but I admit that I miss the tactile nature of maps and…   …read more.