Twenty Years Before

Maya was born at a naval hospital on a Thursday, my favorite day of the week. At the beginning of labor, when the regular contractions started, I envisioned — without any predetermination or forethought — the ocean’s tide coming in and as the contraction faded, the tide shrank back to the sea. The tide simply…

Wrangling Tornadoes

Maya leaves for college on Thursday. And I’m getting sentimental. I know what I’m feeling has been felt since the first kid left a cave, but I thought I’d share an essay I wrote almost 11 years ago when Maya was 11 and Mina was 6. It’s a nod to those times when they were…