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A Different Fall

I grew up in a southern state with only two notable seasons: spring and summer (a long and arduous one). After we got married, Danith and I lived on the West Coast where he described the trade wind as dry (as opposed to wet and muggy). Into our second year of marriage, we moved toContinue reading “A Different Fall”

Climbing That Tree

This evening I’m aiming for a Western meal. Baby spinach with sliced strawberries and crushed roasted almonds and walnuts with a homemade vinegrette dressing; frozen lasagna that is baked until the edges are browned and crackling; and a warmed Italian loaf with grass-fed butter, presented on a wooden cutting board. As Danith and his momContinue reading “Climbing That Tree”

Links of Hope

When I was pregnant with Kiri, I shared with one doctor a secret. In my heart of hearts, I believe we will bring this baby home. I don’t like to say that aloud because I don’t want to appear arrogant and risk being punished for it. I lived almost every day with Kiri with trepidation.Continue reading “Links of Hope”

This I Believe

This I believe: I am my daughter’s mother. I’ve always recognized that I live a much easier life than many. My native country endured a civil war, I was born amidst it, but I didn’t suffer through it. Instead, my existence—my incessant crying and hunger pangs—put others around me at risk. Still, I didn’t showContinue reading “This I Believe”

Taking Them With Me

The night before I was to deliver our daughter, Danith turned to me in bed and said that he would be sure to take pictures of her for me. I said that I would rather he didn’t. He said that one day I would want pictures. I rested my hands on my belly that hadContinue reading “Taking Them With Me”