Joining the Suffering of the Saints

I cannot forget her face. It was the four of us, all dressed in magenta gowns, playing the Waiting Game -- you know, that endless motion of looking at the clock -- in the doctors office. Then a woman interrupted the silence to say something silly to another woman. Initially, I was irked. Although I… Continue reading Joining the Suffering of the Saints

Seven Years in Chicago

There's no one way to say goodbye to the place I've called home for seven years. Chicago has been the first place -- ever -- that I got to call my own. Growing up, I moved every two years of my little life. The only part that felt consistent was how our moves bopped us… Continue reading Seven Years in Chicago