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Digging to America by Anne Tyler
This book begins as the story of two infant girls adopted from Korea and evolves into a story of one of their grandmothers, which is really a story about learning who you are and where you belong.
Jin Ho and Susan are the children, adopted into two families in the USA. The families become close through the shared adoption/arrival experience, celebrating "Arrival Day" as well as various other conventional and non conventional holidays. Not only do the immediate families attend, but siblings and their families, grandparents and other relations. Susan's adoptive family is of Irani origin and Jin Ho's family is long time American, which leads to interesting gatherings and interactions. Through a series of events, Susan's grandmother and Jin Ho's grandfather become involved, which causes much questioning of identity: self, woman vs. man, expectations and assumptions, land of birth, land of adoption.
I found much to identify with in this book: the adoption of an Asian child, growing up in America, emigrating to a new country and the difficulty of fitting in and the questioning as to why, and the ultimate surrender to being a part rather than apart. I loved it.
The title comes from something one of the little girls says when they are digging and the old cliche about "digging to China" is said. She wonders if right then there are little girls in China "digging to America."
A student cleans up outside of Boulevard House, a partnership between People’s Community Services, The University of Michigan School of Social Work and El Museo del Norte. Boulevard House is a place-based residential space for campus-community collaborative work in southwest Detroit.
Photographer- Kevin Thomas
Based on a photograph by Flickr member Wunkai with attribution, non-commercial and share-alike licenses.
Brick has a new name, he kind of picked it himself - Jimmy. When loose in the backyard, when he was ignoring "Brick, Brickie, Baby, Puppy, etc" I say this Scottish thing to him that I picked up from my husband, "Heh!, Yew!, Jummay!" and he'd look. When I told my husband the other night he said, "I like that better, Brick is too abrupt". So does the dog. And the ladies at the vet's. And the people at the pet food store. So Jimmy it is.
Yesterday, Jimmy discovered the joys of digging holes in the lawn. He's an amateur compared to Stella in her day though. I used to consider renting her out to the local mining companies as a spare scoop tram.
Not quite 4 months old.
With a new level backyard we needed to put in a retaining wall. The first step was building a trench.
The return leg of the "Steam Dreams' run to Eastbourne and Hastings climbs to Merstham tunnel, with 'Black 5' 44871 digging in for the final half mile to the summit, en route back to Victoria.
4K video frame.
didnt bring my camera to the beach today..but hey with my iphone i can do a bit of the trick ;D...Joel's digging his own mountain...or hole lol..
Monarch butterfly populations have experience a dramatic decline in recent years. One of the issues is a decline in the amount of milkweed on the landscape, the only plant eaten by monarch caterpillars, making it fundamental to the future success of this species. In reaction to the decline, the Service is working with partners across the nation to plant more milkweed.
In western North Carolina, the Asheville Field Office has worked with Monarch Rescue, Toe River Valley Partnership, and several other partners, including many school, to plant pollinator gardens. Students at Yancey County’s Mountain Heritage High School recently came out to plant a pollinator garden behind their school.
Credit: Gary Peeples/USFWS
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Arrels que envelleixen escoltant una banda sonora silenciosa...
Gotes de pluja penetrant en l'Ã rida terra com una bonica melodia per a sords...
Arrugues escolpides errà ticament sobre la roca, superfÃcie erosionada per tormentes invisibles...
Podeu veure com es mouen els núvols??
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RaÃces que envejecen escuchando una banda sonora silenciosa...
Gotas de lluvia penetrando en la árida tierra como una bonita melodÃa para sordos...
Arrugas esculpidas erráticamente sobre la roca, superficie erosionada por tormentas invisibles...
Podéis ver cómo se mueven las nubes?
Sona: Bloodbath - Cry my name
Digging in the Kenyan soil gets harder the deeper that you go. It appears to be almost like a black clay.
Break it up with a bar and scoop it out by hand. Very tedious and time consuming, but she was a trooper.
I know its fallen down
Got my headphones on and I won't hear a sound
No its all broke down
Eyes out on the road but no-one comes along, when you want them to.
Neil Halstead.
Once upon a time, these were standard operations in the field.
I'm an outsider so I was just watching, but the staff is different.
You don't get dirty, they don't get dirty, but they lose a lot of time.
Can we call it equality?
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