When I first moved back to the United States after living abroad, I worked at the local Dairy Queen to make ends meet while my husband and I worked through the immigration process. During a particularly busy Saturday aft
Those of you who have read my work for any period of time know the lengths my husband and I had to go through to be together here in the United States. Piles of paperwork; thousands of dollars; months of separation&
Back in college, I took an Art History course that I largely enjoyed…except for the mandatory field trip to the area modern art museum. It’s just not my cup of tea; I’ll take Monet over Warhol any day&
I did something the other day that I routinely criticize others for doing. I reacted to a video emotionally, with zero context, zero insight, and zero research.
I watched the officer-involved shooting of Daniel Shaver
I remember being about eight years old, and the movie of the year was Pocahontas. When Halloween rolled around that year—well, you can guess what I wanted to be. I begged my mom for the costume, and she made time a
A few weeks ago my family and I were out at a small-town festival when suddenly an elderly woman in a motorized wheelchair took a tumble over the side of a street curb. Within seconds she was surrounded by people. A coup
Living in Mexico, I remember sticking out like a sore thumb. Blonde hair, blue eyes, VERY white—I was the epitome of obvious. I didn’t have a car, so to attend school (and later on teach preschool) I was