The Red Couch: Welcoming the Stranger Discussion

It was a small bolt of red cloth that captured the world’s attention. A tiny fragile body. Someone else’s child. In that moment of seeing, the stranger on the other side of the world became our neighbor. It shattered the illusion of distance and difference. We found common ground in our grief. The tragedy of the […]

The Red Couch: Life Path Introduction

I first began keeping a journal when I was about eight years old. Fueled by a desire to capture my thoughts and a growing obsession with the Brontë sisters, I began what was to become a lifelong habit. Regularly scribbling my thoughts into notebook after notebook. Pen and paper became needle and thread, carefully stitching […]