you can feel it coming so familiar not yet arrived but heavy on your spirit / marching towards you your joy your sisters quivering / you remember harriet and nat and sojourner and bayard and all the mommas who straightened their backs bent from the weight of burying their babies calling you you you step forth.…Read More
Archiving our screenshots for posterityRead More
This is one of my most common views of my son. It’s called “Tummy Time.”Read More
that night i watched as the tide turnedRead More
As the last passengers filtered out of the jet bridge, my dad had to subdue his panic. Did she board the right flight? Where could they be? Are they okay? And just as fear began to flood his chest, my mom’s tiny frame slid into view with my one-year-old self tucked in her arm. She would later explain that she had intentionally waited for everyone else to exit before attempting to juggle an infant and all her belongings. We had arrived safely.
It was my first day in America.Read More
I recently hung up my uniform for the last time. In my four years as a U.S. Army officer, I’m extremely grateful that I got to work with great teammates on things that mattered, make progress toward my own goals, and come back in one piece from a combat deployment. This is the most important…Read More