by Michelle Wahila | Jul 17, 2025 | Opinion
Some mornings, the holiest thing I do is hold the cup. It’s not the cup it once was. It isn’t the chalice I used to lift high, offering it to the saints in the pews, each one reaching for grace. But this mug, simple and porcelain, warms my soul as it warms my hands....
by Michelle Wahila | Jun 10, 2025 | Opinion
A single bead of sweat near my temple refused to fall. My gloved hands were far too dirty to brush it away, so I allowed it to repose serenely near the rose-colored handkerchief that was wrapped around my frizzy golden mane. I slumped into the wooden Adirondack chair...
by Michelle Wahila | May 28, 2025 | Opinion
It’s not quite six in the morning, but the metro is already humming. The heat prompts me to dig through my oversized handbag for a folding fan. It probably uses more energy than it saves, but the breeze on my face is worth it. I fan myself a few times before the train...
by Michelle Wahila | May 6, 2025 | Opinion
I have a confession: I’m not a silver lining person. Optimism has never been my default. In my family, there’s an ongoing debate: am I a realist (my take), or a pessimist (my spouse’s)? The truth is, I probably waver between the two. But when someone accuses me of...
by Michelle Wahila | Mar 20, 2025 | Opinion
The saturated clay is frigid against my knees, but like one kneeling in prayer, I am grounded in my work. Muddy trenches have been dug before me. To my left lie a spade, trowel and canvas gloves. The gloves, caked in wet clay, were hastily discarded. It’s March, and...
