A Beautiful Connection

During my junior year in college, I resided in The Village, a duplex-style dormitory reserved for upperclassmen.  An RA wasn’t on high alert to knock on a door for loud music or for the burning of incense.  A parking lot was just yards away, so unloading groceries was a cinch.  Collegiate neighbors, with their beerContinue reading “A Beautiful Connection”

Watching The Leaves

Yesterday, while preparing Italian sausages and bell peppers for dinner, I heard it outside.  Like knives, cold and metallic, hitting each other.  I dropped the peppers, grabbed my phone from the console, and hurried to the sliding glass door in my family room.  I had been right about what I had heard. Outside the windContinue reading “Watching The Leaves”

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”

The Magic In Not Knowing

Even as an adult I asked mothers why they loved their children.  Their initial response was spiked with indignation.  Why wouldn’t I?  They hadn’t understood that my question was one of sincerity.  Sure, a parent loves her child.  But why?  I loved (and still do) our deceased dog Pluto because of his innocent, tender faceContinue reading “The Magic In Not Knowing”