Parents’ 1st Birthday

Parents’ 1st Birthday

Last month, on the day Nora turned one year old, Danith and I started out early, before the sun fully rose. We met Nora’s God-Aunt and God-Uncle at Dunkin Donut for our lattes, and then we all drove out to the historical society, where last November Danith and I paid a deposit to use its … Continue reading

Straddling Two Worlds

Straddling Two Worlds

I grew up as an only child, and I was an easy child. I listened to my parents, especially following my mother’s instructions lest I wanted to suffer her wrath. I studied earnestly. From an early age, I scrubbed the floors, completed the family’s laundry, and assisted with dinner preparation. On the occasions that I … Continue reading

A Beautiful Connection

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 beer … Continue reading

A Different Fall

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 to … Continue reading

My Babies Are Enough

My Babies Are Enough

The girls from the high school track team are sitting at their own round tables, separated from their parents.  I am sitting at a table with some of their parents.  The party favors that I had tied up with navy blue and gold ribbons help to add some color, but other than them, the white linen-tables … Continue reading