Feb 10ChangeA painted flower pot sits on the windowsill in my parent’s kitchen. Pennies and dimes sheathed with dust glint in the morning sunlight. I left a similar pot of change in Berlin- a stack of 1, 2, 5, and 20 cent coins that I transferred in dirty handfuls into a…2 min read
Oct 17, 2021Not the s-word again…When my mom saw a shaman in Baja, (and yes, I understand this is a painfully white woman thing to do), he told her she had two daughters: one who laughed a lot, and one who was more serious. …Self Care4 min read
