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Me, the Eager Flake One
We drove in silence back from Mass. My older cousin, living her dream life in New York, clicked her tongue against the inside of her teeth. I was so embarrassed...
The Twins of Suffering and Joy
When you look back to times in your life, do you only remember the good times? The joy of your youth? Your glory days of high school or the fun...
Fire Damage and a Detoured Dream
I wanted to be a news anchor for as long as I could remember. I had it all mapped out. I would say my first name in English and my...
The Lily's One Day and Your One Life
“God created the pink ones because He knows it’s your favorite color,” I whispered to my daughter before she twirled amongst the flowers. We were visiting our local botanical gardens...
The Wide Flashlight that Brought Us Home
My flashlight lights a meager circle around my body as I clumsily shove my feet into flip-flops, unzip the flap as quietly as I can, and step out of my...
Not a Lizard or the Stigmata
My four-year-old son bolted into the kitchen as I was cooking dinner. In his typical humorous display of emotion, he dramatically clutched his hand to his heart and stared at...
The Calling of Saint Matthew . . . and of You and Me
"Si chiude . . ." the Italian man said, ushering everyone out of the church of San Luigi Francesi. It had been my first visit back to Rome since I...
Craving Justice But Learning Forbearance
When did you decide to stop trying for children of your own? Where’s his real mother? How much did he cost you? By now, two years into motherhood, I’ve grown...
Do You Feel Like You're in the Thorns?
If worrying were a sport, I’d be in the Olympics. And I would take home the gold. From the time I was a child, I’ve had an anxious personality. So...
Two Guys at a Bar and Saint Paul
It really felt like me against the world while sitting in a bar with two of my girlfriends and two nice guys that bought us drinks. Well, nice until I...
Familiar Love
My older brother loves a simple Vietnamese soup my mother makes. The soup is so seemingly uncomplicated that no restaurant would ever serve it. We had it frequently in our...
Love Does All the Things
"What about Cyprian!?" My husband excitedly exclaimed. "Cornelius, Chrysostom, or even Cyril?" I leaned against the doorway to our kitchen. I leaned hard. My hand released its grip on eight...
