• Dispatch from the Diaspora

    Unscripted

    Tin – Still it Shines. “… Like the tree-clock of tin cansThe tinkers made. So long for air to brighten,Time to be dazzled and the heart to lighten.” ~ Seamus Heaney I filled out the online dating profile the way I once filled out my patient history forms during breast cancer treatment – carefully, not entirely convinced it was really…

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    All around, mama.

    I used to think the hardest part would be balancing everything. It wasn’t. It was the leaving. For years, women like me were encouraged to “have it all,” which in my experience looked like learning how to walk away from what I loved every morning and do it convincingly. A new mother, I was not yet fluent in that language,…

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    A Mother’s Gift.

    A Mother’s Day reflection on books, memory, and the quiet ways love expands a life On Wednesdays — or whenever the mobile library came — my mother took my brother and me around the corner where a grey van full of books waited. We treated it with the seriousness of people who had somewhere important to be. An industrial grey…