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”

Summer of Growth

Growing up, I yearned for what a small house with a green lawn and a white picket fence represented.  I yearned for parents who cherished each other, and who cherished me.  I yearned for what I had read about in books and what I had seen on TV and what I had overheard from classmates: laughter atContinue reading “Summer of Growth”