I am the kind of person who sometimes talks to strangers, despite all the warnings. I’ve been thinking about Jo-Anna’s piece these last few days, in particular the ways in which I interact in…
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culture & community relationships & love sisterhoodA Lesson In Creating Space (or: I Have Been Taught To Grow In)
The other day I worked, wrote and walked–with the walking part being the focus of this post as I spent the late afternoon meandering around midtown, running errands. With several stops planned, I worked hard…
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This is one of those questions that pops up in all it’s variations the instant you have a baby. It’s very similar to senior year in high school when everyone asks “So, what are…
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I have to start by giving you a description of my kitchen – unlike a regular kitchen, it’s not just another room in my house. It’s actually part of a separate building. “How does…
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When I was a little girl of about four or five, I was made to wear this dress for some unknown reason, for a now forgotten occasion: it was white on top and violet…
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I cleaned my closet, then I wrote this melodramatic sonnet in the style of Shakespeare. Place hand to brow & read it bombastically if you have ever been pregnant: Ode to my former waistline…
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I lost my day help over a month and a half ago. She would come around 9AM and leave around 1PM, do all my housework, some cooking and an occasional groceries run. She was…
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These are the days. Where the sun rains down torrents of blistering light and steam escapes from grates in sultry and fluid wisps. The air plays tricks on your eyes as buildings sway and…
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With babies running or crawling around, it is tough for us moms to get some peace in the kitchen. When my friend, Omi and I get together in our apartments, I noticed how busy…
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It’s been eight years – some of them verrrrrry long – since I moved to Ethiopia. I need to do a little truth telling about me and this place I don’t call ‘home’. I…