I drink Skinny Girl Coffee
And I’m thinking, can we like not call it that?

I drink Americano coffee
And I’m so American, and I love India

I drink coffee in a cup with lavender petals
And I’m like so loving Pakistan and Kew Gardens right now

I need to drink coffee in a cup my nephew gave me
And think about something bright
I think we need…read more

Dear Sara,

I am now forty-two years old, and I’ve traveled. I went to the Vatican, and I saw the Sistine Chapel, and I thought of painting with words and maps.

I want you to know that this journey was difficult, and it’s not apparent here in the writing. You were not always happy awn this journey, and you cried, because you wanted to be married…read more

Dear Friend,
My heart is listening to a voice that guides me to an open door
My heart is listening to a voice that guides me to an open door and says enter
My heart is listening to a voice that guides me to an open door and says enter and
you can let people know
My heart is listening to a voice that…read more