The Story of Our Son

I never doubted motherhood, though for a time motherhood doubted me. I never dreamed that getting pregnant–that most basic of human functions–would be difficult. In fact, I spent most of my twenties making sure I didn’t get pregnant. It ended up happening anyway…twice. Which is why when my husband and I finally reached the same…

The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side of the Olive Grove

We landed in Cyprus in late October.  Though the blistering heat of summer had mellowed somewhat, there was plenty of evidence of those scorching months in the parched landscape that greeted us; a dead and withered view that stretched from the airport into the capital.  Beige and olive drab and lifeless. Honestly, it could have…

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl

A very young man who called himself September took these photos.  I met him my freshman year at NYU and he asked me to sit for him, a last-minute photography final deadline approaching.  Looking at them now, I wonder what he saw when he looked through his camera.  In one photo I am camouflaged, black…