The Red Couch: Making Room Discussion

It is evening and our kitchen is alive with chatter, squabbles, and the frustrations of children. A meal is finding form in the scrape of a knife against a chopping board; the familiar clang of pots and pans, fetched, stirred and tended. This daily ritual is both soothing and exhausting in its ordinariness. The telephone […]

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 […]