If anyone had told me, as I boarded the plane from Abu Dhabi to Miami, that this was going to be a year of silence, of waiting for progress, of internal struggle with oh-so-little tangible payoff, I would have been furious. I didn’t come back to the States to sit around. I have goals and aspirations, damnit.Read More
Christmas took us away this year, to a cabin in the mountains of North Carolina. Our first Christmas all together in the States.
The drive was beautiful. Appalachian mountains. Lakes. Quaint, quiet towns. Ray had never experienced this Americana before. Our road trips together have only ever been through deserts on the other side of the world.Read More
I asked my sister the other day if I was being ridiculous. Her exact words were: “Have you considered that maybe you are expecting everyone to completely rearrange their lives to accommodate your needs and it might be putting a lot of stress on them?”Read More
This liminal process has been a humbling one. It is not possible to take off old and put on new without becoming painfully aware of my own vulnerability. Like my son, I have so many needs. But, unlike him, I have often questioned how they will be met.Read More