When you feel ordinary
We celebrated around the table for hours, telling our stories, exulting in the surprise of finding ourselves uniquely, individually loved. All of us single or single again, the youngest was…
A love that keeps shining
We build cement blocks to protect ourselves from each other, sound-proof cells where each can only access her own floor. We don’t know the names of our neighbors, nor greet…
Too old to carry?
Of all the pieces in the Zimsculpt exhibition, this one touched me most deeply. Who among us has not seen someone tell a child, “You’re too heavy for me to…