Thinking about Osaka, and all the people I know, and have known, from my time in Japan. It is not anything like the Hokusai painting.
For me, there is too much emotion, and it is spilling out in odd ways-- laughing to loud, feeling distracted, sad, tears in the eyes. I'm trying to find a good aid organization that we, with other people from Lucy's school, can contribute to.
Save the Children seems good.
3 days ago