Sometimes We’re a Little Too Willing to Sacrifice

There’s a story going around Facebook this week about a woman who was asked to take notes in a work meeting. One of her male colleagues started his presentation and out of nowhere said, “Martha, you take notes.” He kept going without even waiting for a response. At the end of his presentation he asked […]

How Far Can You Run from a Label?

His drawing of a strawberry was lopsided, the printing was primitive, but the proud smile on my little guy’s face was as genuine as the ring of strawberry jam that circled his mouth. He’d made the jam and then had labored over the personalized labels that made each jar an announcement of his creative mastery. […]

Are You My Mother? (No, I’m Not)

There’s a story about Ernest Hemingway that goes like this: A local paper was running a competition for the saddest short story. Hemingway is said to have won with just six words: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Can’t you just feel the ache of that? You can almost hear dreams shattering like glass. The […]

Dear White Sister

Dear White Sister, It is time we have a heart to heart. We need to talk about race. I know. You may not want to talk about it, especially with a black woman, but we need this to happen if we are going to move forward. I need you to really listen. Your fear of […]

Our Land vs Barbarian Land

This past Saturday night, I sat at our kitchen table with Robert* and Ahroi* and drew circles on a piece of paper. Ahroi had cooked big pans of Burmese food, which she always does when we have dinner together, because she knows I love what she cooks. My husband served up plates for the kids […]