When I was five years old, my family moved to Saigon, Vietnam. Depending on your politics, or your view of history, we moved there for noble purposes. My father worked at the U.S. Embassy, and we were his dependents. It was safe, was the intended message to the world. American diplomats and their families were welcome, the war was over, nothing to see here.Read More
The man who was once a boy that raped the once girl that was me has a daughter.
I know this because Facebook told me in the language of a single frame.
As it happened, his face appeared on my timeline as one of Facebook’s helpful suggestions of people I might know, people I might want to friend. After a moment of hesitation, I clicked on his picture. Then, I read his name to myself, scanning his face, his eyes, that smile, all the same. I heard his voice in my ear threaten: If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you--as if it were yesterday and not twenty years ago. The non-linearity of our lives and our memories, and how they move and crash upon one another is beautiful and terrifying and fantastic and strange.
I try not to be overtly political, but these abortion bans have been weighing heavily on my mind. I hear a lot of radio silence from my Christian friends. So much so that it is alarming.Read More
I began my adult life making all the predictable choices of my age. Dating, education, marriage, and making a home. I did everything expected of me as a woman except for one thing; I didn’t have children.Read More
We'd just gotten frozen yogurt. Our treat. Our comfort food. I pulled out into busy, Christmas-time, evening traffic. He suddenly flashed in my rear view mirror and then shot around my car stopping at an angle in front of us, trapping us with his off kilter, middle-of-the road parking job in front, the median to the left, and a steady stream of traffic to the right.Read More
No one should have to wonder whether they have worth or consider they're garbage, able to be discarded and thrown away. Each of us has a worth and place in this world, and the world can be an unkind place. We need to be kinder to one another. Reach out more. Talk and talk more openly about all our demons, and help one another where and when we can.Read More
Is it how you are looked at by others? Or is it how you feel about yourself. Is it keeping up with the modern day styles? Or is it keeping true to what you consider to be " your style". Is it a must to follow the ways of others?, or can you burn your own path and reach your desired point on your own?.Read More
I have a stack of sleep books on the dining room table as high as my head. I’ve read every blog, posted in (almost) every Facebook group. I’ve followed “sleep gurus” on Instagram – guides on this never ending journey to figure out how to get my child to nap. And now I’m dissenting from the groupthink.Read More
“It’s not like you’re ugly,” she says. “I don’t understand.” I’m in my mid-thirties and unmarried. It is source of contention between my mother and me.
I will admit that I at one time I had a wedding binder where I kept magazine cutouts of dresses, flower arrangements and so forth. I imagined my groom as 90s Denzel Washington or Brad Pitt. My groom and I would dance to Always and Forever by Heatwave and we’d live forever in a colonial with a bright painted yellow door. I threw that binder out nearly 20 years ago.Read More
Fifteen miles south of Oahu, Ocean
Ramsey stroked the skin of the great
white, Deep Blue, who was chasing chow.