To my Younger Friends
I’ve been thinking a lot about my younger years as a new mom and wife. I shake my head a lot as I remember, wondering sometimes how I survived. But I know how. I survived… More
View ArticleSomething is Always Leading Us Home
The window of our plane showed a grey sky and light rain, leading me to sigh inwardly. We had just arrived in Boston after six days in Savannah, Georgia. The weather in Savannah could be… More
View ArticlePieces of My Heart
It’s 8 am and from my upstairs perch in Rockport I can hear someone practicing the trumpet. I wish I could adequately describe the off-key feeble attempts at creating notes. Just know that it has… More
View ArticleSeasons of Life and an Impossibly Soft Couch
“I wish I could come visit you, drink tea, and sit on your impossibly soft couch.” The message came from a younger friend of mine, Sungyon, a couple of years ago. I met her while… More
View ArticleBaby Showers and Belonging
My younger daughter is having a baby! We have known for months, but as is usual in this space, I don’t often share specifics about my children. As people who were initially formed in my… More
View ArticleThe City Within My Chest
Yesterday, my friend Robynn shared a compelling video with me. The video was of Enrique Garcia Naranjo retelling a story about being stopped by border patrol. Before he gets into the actual story, he...
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