“You shouldn’t tell anyone where I’m from.” Those words of my mother’s will always stick with me. It was just after 9/11, and my mom was worried about the political climate. She was worried about the treatment we might receive… Read More »It’s time for true conversation
My Dear Sofie, As I write this, my heart is beating out of my chest, and I can only hope that nobody in this room has noticed yet. In a few hours, you’ll officially be three years old. I am… Read More »a Letter to my daughter on her third birthday
By the time we had gotten all of our things into the taxi and were on our way to the train station in the pink morning light, I no longer wanted to leave Paris. The weather was finally turning cool… Read More »I didn’t think nice was nice… at first.