At the start of October, a lone sniper opened fire on a crowd in Las Vegas, Nevada. At the beginning of November, a shooter entered a church in Texas and opened fire on the congregation. Both of these happened as I was in the middle of my post-op, healing journey. Though not special in the... Continue Reading →
The two girls could not look at each other anymore. Their faces were flushed and their eyes full of angry tears. One stood facing me with her arms crossed and foot thrust forward. The other stood with slumped shoulders, clutching her elbow and shifting her weight side to side as she looked through the window... Continue Reading →
One of the happy outcomes of my surgery four months ago is that I have rediscovered my voice. This is perhaps to oversimplify a nuanced experience because it's true on many different levels; still, it is also quite literally true. I have always loved to read aloud. Ever since childhood, when my family would read... Continue Reading →
When you’re new, you don’t KNOW. You don’t know what’s important and what’s incidental; what you have the power to fix yourself, and what you need someone else to fix for you. You don’t just have questions – you have questions about your questions: Who do I ask? Where do I go to find the... Continue Reading →
Throw a ball into the air and watch carefully. There is a moment at the top of its arc when it is no longer going up but it is not yet going down. It appears to be - ever so briefly - suspended in midair. Jump hard on a big trampoline and you can feel it... Continue Reading →
One Sunday evening sometime in February, a couple of friends I had recently met here in London invited me to dinner with a larger group. I sat next to to two people I did not know and we began the standard opening conversation. Hi, my name is ... who are you? Where are you from? What do you... Continue Reading →
From my desk I see A plastic piece of sky is Tangled in the tree. Blue bag on a branch: Bright emblem of convenience And eternal chaff.
Once upon a time, in disconnected moments and mixed up places, fragments of a story murmured through the thoughts and questions and dreams of a jumbled world. It was a story of somewhere else in some other time and some other way of being - an origin story, alive in the present, which all seemed... Continue Reading →
... spend 12 hours stuck in traffic or 2 days stuck in an airport? Wednesday, September 3rd (My last night in Nairobi) The road from Westlands to the center of Nairobi is not a long road. On a clear Sunday morning it might take eight to ten minutes to drive between the two. Any... Continue Reading →
As far as I can tell, there are three kinds of endings that mark the points along this curvy road of life. First there is the quietly-disappear-don't-realize-it's-never-coming-back kind of ending where life goes on as normal and the possibility of the thing that just ended still exists in your mind. You don't think to say... Continue Reading →
Of Wonders & Wanders 
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