It started rummaging for records and relatives, because I did not want to be a white American. It started with the chart on the wall, held up in a cheap poster frame. Inez Meeker. Amarantha Borealis Corintha Delphina Rogers. Who has a name like
“It’s really important to join your life with somebody who has the same priorities as you.” I’m still working on transcribing my interviews with single Christian women in the U.S. last spring — I swear! In the meantime, I talked
The other day, Aiza, an older friend, told me that her son just arrived from Almaty. Oh, how’s your son? I ask. Well, he wants to move to Almaty, she said, clicking her tongue a bit, and shaking her head.
These Diet cokes, these soft crumbly cookies–they remind me of piano lessons with Grandma. Week after week in my early teens, I’d go into town on Fridays with her, from my house in the country. Every Friday morning she would
Today I went to the James, a local cancer hospital. As we drove up to the medical complex, the hospital buildings lined the street like an architect’s dream. All those dark glassy windows, polished metal, smooth tan walls; the size