Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
Eighteen years is a long time. It's enough time to mature from infant to adult, for edges to lose their sharpness and dull to the touch. Photographs fade and colors mute, losing their urgency, something belonging not to the moment, but to the past, tinted with nostalgia. Things shift, break apart, decompose--reduced to skeleton pieces;... Continue Reading →
This parenting thing---jeesh. At the beginning you're just a tired little Mom engine struggling up a mountain of sleepless nights and stanky diapers, sometimes literally crying over spilt breast milk. Days and weeks which bleed into one another, glued together with a refrain of I think I can, I think I can, I think I... Continue Reading →
Not long ago I was on a train to London with my son. As soon as he sat down, he reached for his phone. For a few minutes I let him snap his chat and insta his gram. After all, there are streaks to be kept up, Mom. You just don't get it! He's probably... Continue Reading →
Eight years of expat (migrant) living has thickened my skin...to an extent. I can generally hold it together at the flag ceremonies and stand un-quivering through a chorus line of hugs. Depending on where on I am on the roller coaster of emotions I find myself riding these days, you'll find me anywhere from stoic... Continue Reading →
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a performative documentary project based on letters to the editor of Ms., 1972-1980
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