Dear Amadou, We've never met. You were born years before I even entered the world, though I learned only recently that we share the same birthday (next week actually). You have no idea how I reacted to that knowledge. Seeing your birthdate was like a searing validation of the unexplainable connection I feel with you. … Continue reading dear amadou
There is always power when we confess our sins as a community, when we take the road of repentance together as we seek to be restorers of the world around us. O Lord, we come before your throne with broken hearts and weary spirits. We grieve the loved ones we have lost during this pandemic. We … Continue reading a confession for our times
I didn't know I was upset until I was halfway through the woods. I started my walk like I usually do, face mask wrapped tight over my mouth and nose, headphones pressed to my ears, the Chi-Lites my soundtrack as I jaunted towards the Wallenberg Forest. I pried the headphones off as I left the … Continue reading the questions you don’t ask
Celé Beauty closed down, and I almost didn't notice. I've made that walk down Heath Ave, past the elementary school, past the Target and onto the 225th Street train stop everyday for almost 5 years, yet it took me four days to see the "CLOSED" signs slapped onto the windows of the beauty store-now-turned-Footlocker. The … Continue reading quarantine meditation two: distancing
I reflect on 5 years in NYC and the silences I'm thankful for.
A motley combination of Buzzfeed personality quizzes, neatly filled-in coloring books, and anecdotes from my childhood Sunday School teacher (who told me I always requested to sit in a chair instead of on the ground with the other kids so I wouldn't get my dress dirty) inform me that I am, in fact, a perfectionist. … Continue reading buried talents
“They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.” ― Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried I sat on the shore, looking out at the Atlantic, and I didn't really know what had brought me there or what I had brought with me. I had … Continue reading the things we carry
"It was during the war." Lita spoke into the darkness of her room as I sat on the bed next to her, a rare moment of communion amidst the business of both of our lives. My grandmother continued: "In Europe, Jews were being kicked out, and the U.S. was refusing to take any of them … Continue reading the stranger
Sometimes the change that is most evident isn't the one most needed--or even the one already in motion.
"You keep stopping." Ms. Youshiura, my piano teacher of 3 years, nodded towards my fingers, which had stuttered to a halt after messing up the third movement of Clementi's Sonatina Op. 36 in C Major--for the fifth time. Taking in another shuddery wet breath (I was on the verge of tears by this point), I … Continue reading play it through