Nostalgia for What Never Was

Nostalgia for What Never Was

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...
A Million Little Things, With Love

A Million Little Things, With Love

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...
Jesus Wasn’t a Pessimist, He was Present

Jesus Wasn’t a Pessimist, He was Present

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...