by Rebecca Copeland | Aug 26, 2026 | Family, Memories
Mother always managed to turn hardship into opportunity. I’ll never forget our trip to Japan in the summer of 1976. Mother, Luke, and I traveled first to Portland to visit with older sister, Judy. After a few days with her, we flew to San Francisco where we had a long... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Mar 27, 2024 | Memories
Is there a city in New York State that starts with “C”? Not a small place like Carlton or Clyde, but a big city, a city the size of Buffalo or Albany? The other night, I was on my way there. Only, for the life of me, I could not remember what the name of the city was.... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Jul 5, 2023 | Memories
One of the worst aspects of international travel is jet lag and where it leads—the upending of schedules, the loss of moorings, the sense of walking under water. Some people are able to transition seamlessly from one time zone to another. I get discombobulated just... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Jun 21, 2023 | Family, Memories
I had a doll who traveled the world. Some of her travels she did with me. Some she did on her own. She was a brave little doll. And, very persistent. Twice she turned up under the tree on Christmas morning, waiting for me. I guess “under the tree” is a bit of a... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 14, 2022 | Japanese Culture
Overheated, overdressed, and definitely over the idea of traveling with my parents, I plopped down on my suitcase right there on the platform of Ueno Station in Tokyo, Japan. My suitcase was a bright red hard vinyl rectangle. It was part of a matching set that I’d...
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