There were no ceramic pumpkins on the table this year to mark the occasion. We didn’t eat off Grandma’s white plates with the brown flower pattern around the edges that were just retro enough to be cool again. There was no playing in the yard after dinner, the crunching of autumn leaves under our feet. […]
A Sliver of Light
by on November 22, 2018 6 Comments
You can always sit with us I think, feel, believe in my bones as I pinch my finger on a folding chair and cuss under my breath I think, feel, believe in my bones that it is always better to land on the side of love. Under my breath, I murmur I know I will […]
How Remembering Reorients Us
by on November 21, 2018 4 Comments
The first year I moved to the U.S., my parents and I wandered through the grocery store on Thanksgiving day and asked the man working behind the deli counter if we could buy a turkey. The man pointed to the sliced turkey meat on the side. My parents clarified, “We are looking for the whole […]
If Justice Isn’t the Key to Healing, Then What Is?
by on November 20, 2018 12 Comments
In November of 1984, I was eight years old. I remember walking home from school, with the crunch of snow beneath my feet and the sun sinking quickly in the early winter sky. Making the way home seemed ominous and full of danger. It wasn’t just the darkening woods or the long stretch of busy […]
The Gift of Gathering
by on November 18, 2018 5 Comments
We sat around the campfire laughing. We had camped together every year at a festival and this year we tried to be a little more organized. I was in charge of organizing, but organizing isn’t my strength. We talked about next year, and I let them know I was aware that I should maybe not […]
