Somewhere along the way, she became fearless. Quietly fearless.
Read more >This is what I have always loved so much about my uncle: he has no trouble being proven wrong from time to time. His ego is not attached to a need to be right. In fact, he often seems to enjoy being proven wrong, perhaps because it means he’s learning something new.
Read more >My need to please people in general is a sickness. My need to please service professionals borders on pathology.
Read more >I don’t know where this core meets God or the divine or the big humming nothingness, but I believe it meets it somewhere.
Read more >This, I realize, is what I have been waiting to see, waiting to capture. My father, no longer holding his breath.
Read more >All that forced interaction in the name of good parenting creates a constant low-grade panic that ratchets up when the bane of all parent-introverts rears its ugly head: the birthday party.
Read more >Confession seemed like it was for big things, like murder, and more murder, or at the very least the things I imagined the kids in my class seemed ready to admit: cheating on tests and smoking shoplifted Kools behind 7-11.
Whenever I can slip away to explore, I do—just me, my camera, and the thousands of strangers on the streets of Tokyo. I lose myself happily in crowds, the camera around my neck both a comfort and a buffer zone.
Read more >As we stared at one another, a dozen examples of how normal I wasn’t danced through my head. For example, if I ever mention that a party I attended was “wonderful,” you can safely assume the hosts had a well‐stocked library where I could hide for most of the evening. If I say the party was “WONDERFUL!”, they also had an affable cat that hid with me.
Read more >I spent half my day in the Gifted and Talented class. There were maybe ten of us, and at 5 years of age, I was the youngest. We had bunnies, fish, and a ferret named Violet.
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