Ghouls and gals and other updates 

hello friends, how are you? I am well. Actually, if you asked me, “Hi Mona, how’s it going?” I would say, “I am good.” I am not the upper crust type who says, “I am *well,” like anyone in my office kitchen who reminds me that we did not grow up in the same kind of house, they probably went to fancy things like gymnastic classes and I could only afford to use the pew kneelers at our catholic church as a balance beam. I stuck the landing but my mom never took me to mass after that.   
Anyway! I’ve missed being here, writing in this blog of mine. I’ve missed having this part of my life that seemed to keep me in balance. I’ve been telling jokes. I’ve been laughing in other cities. I’ve cried over sad things that have resurfaced–a kind comic who died, memories of my high school best friend who died, other people I’ve lost. All this heaviness mixed into lighter moments, like a snow globe of glitter mixed with white beach sand colliding into the boulders they used to drown witches. It’s all here. And so am I. But I’m good. I really am.

Some updates: 

My mom has been visiting my brother in San Diego. She has been here since July, when Nathan and I returned from Saipan. This is the first time we’ve had to figure out how this house works. It’s funny how much I’ve relied on her to be the central nervous system of this home, if a central nervous system made dinner every night, washed and folded clothes, and listened patiently as you talked about your comedy shows and always asked, “Were there any Chamorros in the audience?” No mom, the village of Susupe was not in the audience. Believe me, I ask. 

I wore this trill coat. I bought this back in 2003 at Hempfest, which is a pro-marijuana festival in Seattle. I don’t remember what made me buy this from a vendor, only that it was $40 and I’ve never let it go. I want to make this more of my identity. Like, there’s Mona in that vintage coat, trying too hard. That’s something I identify with: desperation. 


Can we talk about cuuuute Halloween is? TJ is Captain Chamerica, representing his American side that will be able to move through this world with privilege and his Chamorro side that will have to explain where Saipan is and that Chamorro is not a food. Nathan is Jake the Dog from Adventure Time. The hole isn’t big enough for him to see or breathe at the same time, so he has to choose one or the other. A dog’s life isn’t easy, kid.

How are you doing, friend?

Saipan bound!

I’m going to Saipan! I’ve been broadcasting loudly about my trip to Saipan and the two comedy shows I will be headlining.

It’s a big deal. I am going home. I am going home to tell jokes. This is my dream.

My plane ticket has been generously sponsored by Delta Airlines who also was very kind to give my family a discount to pay for Nathan’s ticket. TJ had accompanied me on my last trip and now Nathan will be able to experience the magic that is my home for the first time.

It’s going to be a long journey over. The flight to Japan is 10 hours, then there’s a 6.5 hour layover, then the last flight to Saipan is 4 hours. I’ve bought some snacks, battery pack, the first two Harry Potter books for him and anything that will keep him from yelling on the plane, “I’M BORED!”

We’ll explore the Narita airport, the Pokemon store, and on and on. I might spring for the Delta Sky Lounge passes if we burn through activities quickly, but I’m sure there will be enough for us to do and there will be places to rest when we need to.  I’m excited for real deal sushi and sashimi, he’s excited to get some Pokemon cards.

I can’t wait. I am beyond excited. I want to go home, swim on a beach, order a Budweiser and not hear some Seattle hipster crap judgment, eat all the foods and be with my family, the people who made me who I am and why I tell so many jokes about them.

Saipan is so far away. The flights are long. The journey is endless. You stare out an airplane window and the view is a vast expanse of blue and white waves below. Sometimes there are clouds. Sometimes there is sun. My flight will arrive early in the morning when it is still dark and black outside. First I will see a few lights below then a few more patterns of life. Then there will be the shapes of farms and neighborhoods and then the descent begins and I will see all the glittery beacons of homes and cars and I will grab my son to look through that glass so he can witness the small kingdom we are entering and the tears are there because Mommy is home.

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