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 IContinue reading “Straddling Two Worlds”

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”

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-tablesContinue reading “My Babies Are Enough”