Sunshine, II

Wheels, beeps, clipboards, fluorescent lights: these are what decorate the surgery wings of America, or at least, the surgery wing my mom was wheeled into as she prepared to get a double mastectomy to rid her body of cancer. I had never been in a surgery wing before, not that I remember anyway, and I […]

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Listening: A Eulogy

A few days ago I wrote a blog about choosing love over hate in the face of a Trump presidency. I’m just gonna toot my own horn here: it was beautiful, concise, and I still believe the things I wrote in it are worthwhile and good. But that’s not the blog I’m publishing today (and […]

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Sunshine, I

The night my mom told me she had cancer, I took a walk. It was late, midnight probably, but when it’s April in Thailand, midnight walks still end in a pile of sweat. I relished it, the warm, heavy air. It mirrored the heaviness in myself, as if giving me permission to sink. I did […]

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Light Switch…or why I haven’t written a blog in 10 months.

In the 10 months since I’ve written a post for this blog, I’ve discovered something truly profound: there are a lot of reasons not to write. Maybe not exactly profound, but it is true. Since moving to Asia almost a year ago to write other people’s stories, I’ve found it more difficult than I ever have […]

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Home Is Wherever I’m With You.

Weird things start to happen when you decide to move to the other side of the world. Example A: When commercials come on the radio for concerts that won’t happen until after you leave, you start to get teary-eyed because “I wish I could go” even though you have no idea who the band is […]

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