Storm and Story: A Tale of Two Sisters

by Tasha Burgoyne | @tashajunb  It was the voices that woke me that night. I imagine they woke me the way a middle-of-the-night summer thunderstorm wakes. The voices—my parents’ and my sister’s—must have been spoken like light rain at first, barely audible to my six-year-old mind still sound asleep and full of dreams. The voices […]

The Art of Loving Long and Slow

I slip into the kitchen at the first hint of light and start the coffee. I drop two pieces of raisin bread into the toaster and just before the smell of warm cinnamon curls around the doorway, my dad appears. He smiles full on, like the sun that has now risen, and then quickly catches […]

How Our Muslim Student Became Auntie Boo

  My three-year-old son tightly twisted the long strand of strong black hair round and round his fingers as he emerged from the guest room yesterday. I peeked through the bedroom door and found my one-year-old daughter squatting on the floor, peering into a fish tank at the “fiffy”—a silky black Betta fish that fluttered […]

My Hair Tells the Story of Where I’ve Been

Gran had long, thin, gray-and-white hair that she wore wound in a bun on the back of her head. It was a style reminiscent of the 1880’s or 90’s, and somehow suited her. For several years after my grandfather died, she would stay with us for two to three weeks at a time and when […]

Finding Our Way Home

I once had a fleet of Air Force servicemen and women point their guns at me. A junior in college at the time, my friends Michael and Alyssa and I had gone to hear a show at a local coffee shop one Saturday night. We packed into my white Chevy Luv, its single row barely […]