My heart has grown capable of taking on all forms Some days, I feel my heart is a complete, three-dimensional sphere, fulfilled by all the love I have to give and all the joy I experience. Other days, my heart is a hollow egg, a fragile, empty shell with nothing inside and … [Read more...]

Gather into your arms the sleeping infant of yourself Her eyes wince in discomfort as she struggles to stay asleep, dreaming of the sisters she never met. … [Read more...]

Yes, endlessly, shamelessly, I tell stories Stories justify my need for empathy, to let you know just how cursed and broken my family is. If my story makes you pity me just a little bit, I might feel less self-conscious about my privilege. It can't all be good, and just when … [Read more...]

My father at the piano I see him sitting there, patient and proud, teaching my son about chords. Two musical minds, decades apart, syncing on the theory and method of creating a tune. His tan and familiar hands curved over the little ones, guiding him to a C major chord, as … [Read more...]