Category Archives: Family

Starlight Walk 2015

As much as Dad and I love going to pubs on the weekends, last night we participated in the 2015 Starlight Walk! This 10k walk raises money to support the Prospect Hospice, which serves families in Swindon, Marlborough, and North Wiltshire.

Dad and I before the walk, decked out in boppers and glow-sticks!
Dad and I before the walk, decked out in boppers and glow-sticks!

The walk began at 9pm, just as the sun started to go down, and was a beautiful beginning to the night

The M4 at dusk.
The M4 at dusk.
Walking over the M4.
Walking over the M4.

This walk was significantly improved by the volunteers who constantly encouraged us to “Keep going!”, both verbally and with this positive signs!

IMG_0393 As the night went on, the glow sticks became more vibrant…
IMG_0400 … and near the end of the walk, we were treated to a brilliantly lit garden!
IMG_0398 IMG_0399 Though the walk was tougher than anticipated, it was all worth it to raise money for a good cause, make memories by participating in this unique event, and receive this token to commemorate our effort!



A Day for Dad

Dad and me, circa 1999.

To say my dad works hard for his family is an understatement. He currently works as the Director of Operations at a pharmaceutical plant, but prior to that he served in the United States Navy for 24 years. During that time, he was gone for about six months of every year, but he always took time to write letters, postcards, and emails (not to mention the many souvenirs he would bring home just in time for birthdays). Though he started at the bottom, rank wise, he diligently and arduously worked his way up. Early in his career, he served as a Photographer’s Mate, during which time he learned the ins and out of photography, and it was through him that my love of taking photos (and being in them!) blossomed. Today, he continuously gives me advice on existing shots, helps me create new ones, and is a source of constant support.

Thank you, Dad, for all you do. I love you.


The river that runs through my Grandpa's land. Breath-taking is an understatement, and inspiration here is a given.
The river that runs through my Grandpa’s land. Breath-taking is an understatement, and inspiration here is a given.

“Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
driven time and again off course, once he hand plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy.”

Thus begins Robert Fagles‘ brilliant translation of the ultimate journey home. Timeless, in reference to The Odyssey, is perhaps the greatest literary understatement imaginable, and as I reread this story for what feels like the hundredth time, I reflect on the concept of home.

As a “Navy-brat,” my understanding of “home” was unique. The expression I grew up hearing is: “Home is where the Navy sends you.” Regardless of where my dad was stationed, we knew that, at the end of the day, we were a family. For us, home was our safe haven, made for gatherings of friends and family and the sharing of love and laugher, regardless of where we were.

As for a “hometown”? To this day, I still stumble when people ask me where I’m from. I was born in Hawaii, but spent time on both coasts of the United States, and my family has lived in Wisconsin for many generations. In all honesty, my answer varies depending on the day, my mood, and with whom I’m speaking. Recently, I prefer to respond with “Wisconsin,” because that’s where I feel the strongest connection.

Now I think that home is the interaction of certain locations with those I love. Home is with my Grandpa on his land in Rhinelander (pictured above and below). Home is where I had to crawl under a deck to rescue a dropped action figure accessory for my brother. Home is where my adorable younger cousins, who won’t stop growing, jump on my back at the same time. Home is where people at Wal-Mart stop my mom and say, “Holy smokes! Michelle, is that you? And is this Mikala? Where has the time gone!” Home is Wisconsin, with deep family roots, a unique appreciation of “Midwest Food” (especially squeaky cheese curds!), and an accent that makes my heart smile.

My Grandma, who I fondly referred to as
My Grandma, who I fondly referred to as “Mamma Jamma,” on the left with her favorite grandchild, Me, on the right.

My journey “home” is much shorter, cheaper, and safer than Odysseus’, but recent losses in the family make return a challenge emotionally. My grandma, pictured right, was the strongest woman I have ever met, and though I hope I can reflect the lessons she has taught me, Rhinelander is missing one stubborn, beautiful, and loving angel.

At the end of the day, it gets easier when I remember that home will always be with my family, living with cherished memories of those who have now left us; but, I hope I never forget the unconditional love I have felt in Wisconsin, at home, and I remember to share that with the world.

Walking back to my Grandpa's house, greeted by a monumental interaction between the sun and the trees.
Walking back to my Grandpa’s house, greeted by a monumental interaction between the sun and the trees.