Diary of a Journey to Ilorin
a return to the road, twenty-six years later
“Oh no,” my mom said when she saw the bowl.
Going to the Spa with My Mother-in-Law in Busan and Israel
When she gave you a gift she would say: “This was very expensive.”
She took her bony forefinger and made the sign of the cross on my forehead
“Hallelujah,” she said the last word, drawing it out
I wanted to throw my head back and laugh about the ridiculousness of it all
I climbed around inside, securing the kids, who’d been kept out too late, into the car seats.
When you're waiting for your nephew
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Strangers always come up to me at train stations and stores
I’ve been told I have a resting “please-come-talk-to-me” face, though I very rarely actually want strangers to talk to me.