I can’t believe it’s almost here. It’s been five years since the day when my brothers and I met Riko and fell in love at first sight. Five years leading up to tomorrow’s big event. Legally only, I am marrying her, but that’s just on paper. We all know tomorrow is about officially tying all three of our souls to hers for life. Over a year ago, we proposed to her at the trellis at the waterfront park. Over a year of planning has gone into tomorrow. It wasn’t easy balancing wedding planning and university. But the four of us have managed. Well, they managed. I was the first to graduate since the culinary arts degree isn’t a four-year program.  Since I finished my degree, I spent a portion of my inheritance to start White Jasmine Cupcakes. It’s still a small pastry shop, but I managed to get a great location, so business has been good. We’ve established some

I have a new appreciation for teachers. Because damn the level of patience it takes to deal with ninth graders. Though I think I have it worse than them. A prime example of why teaching is worse for me has just surrounded my desk.  I internalized a heavy sigh, hoping this headache would just disappear. I don’t just mean my actual headache. No, the headache I want to disappear is the five girls giggling lined up along the front of my desk. “Hi, Mr. Frost,” one tittered. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes before looking up for the quizzes I was grading. “Can I help you, ladies? Did you not understand the assignment?” I questioned, glancing between the girls’ faces. Standing almost in a pattern so the shortest yet the ring leader of their quintet was in the middle. Miranda was around my wife’s height, but that’s the only thing they have in common.  Miranda reminded me of Jane in all the worst ways. Same blonde hair and attitude that you expect of a

This theme was my idea, so it was on me to make sure we pulled it off. I furrowed my brow, concentrating on getting Aiko’s hair just right. “Almost done, baby girl,” I assured her, getting the last pin in place.  “Perfection! You are done, Princess Leia of the Rebel Alliance,” I grinned proudly at myself for getting her hair up. “Yay!” Aiko jumped up, spinning to give me a hug before rushing to cash her sister and older brother. “ You three just remember once mommy, daddy, and Bampás come down, we are going to take pictures to send to your grandparents and great grandparents, and then we will go trick or treating,” I called out as Ryū started to fuss. I sighed, gently lifting him from his bassinet he’d been snoozing in. “Otōsan is here. I’ve got you, little man,” I cooed softly, bouncing him as I walked to the kitchen.  He didn’t give a shit about a word I said. But really, what hungry three-week-old does? “I’ve got ya. I’m pretty sure there

Why? Just why did we agree to host Thanksgiving this year? Artemis was more than happy to host everyone. Shaw even offered to rent out a private dining space at a restaurant for the whole family to enjoy the holiday without anyone having to cook.I should have jumped at my in-law’s offer. But no, I told them we would host. Why did I do that? I sighed as Ryū started to wail in his swing.Right. Because it’s Ryū's first Thanksgiving, and I want to have it at home as we did for Hikari’s first and then for Saki and Aiko’s first holidays. But I think I bit off more than I can chew.I don’t know why it felt so much easier when we did this two and four years ago. “MOMMY!” Hikari yelled, running into the kitchen in tears. “Just a moment, sweetie,” I sighed as I hurried t

I have a perma-smile on my face. I don’t think it’s ever going to fade. I think I finally found the perfect studio to create Chasing Kitsune into an anime. That meeting with the studio heads went fantastic. Other studios wanted to cut content and make it PG. Some thought offering to make it PG13 was a compromise.   Just as one does not simply walk into Mordor. One does not simply censor Yūri Konishi. Those people are mostly dead. I’m sure many have tried to censor my grandmother-in-law. I know her dad didn’t like her sass mouth, and well, it cost him his head in the end. So I had to hold firm and push back against censoring the story.   And this studio, Madhouse, is perfect for Chasing Kitsune and what it really needs to be. I can’t wait to tell everyone I signed the contract. I especially can’t wait to tell Yūri and Hibiki. It is going to