Leaning Into Expectant Hope
Surprises are great, but anticipating the event is half the fun. Last year, my parents flew halfway across the world to spend the holidays with me....
Author: Maria Mullet
Truly Unsinkable
The Titanic ruined the word unsinkable for me. Instead of giving me confidence, I get visions of what was promised as unsinkable on the ocean floor....
The Work of the Trowel
Holidays often find me with my hands in the dirt. My host city’s religious culture is split three ways. This means a variety of temples/places of...
An Open Letter to My Planner
Dear planner, I know our defalt. Scribbled-full pages. Hour-by-hour appointments and obligations. A quick spot for a friend here, time for a sandwiched-in conversation there. I...
Feeding the Mind
It took me days to pack my bags. I weighed and re-weighed each suitcase, shuffling the heavy things, narrowing down what could actually make the final cut. I took...
Starry Eyes and Grape-less Vines
For two years I had looked forward to The Week. The Week was when every member of my immediate family was going to be together under...
How Priests and Pitchforks are Helping Me Return
A few years ago, I lived in a sweet little cottage in rural America. Every spring, I’d spend hours cleaning up the yard and flower beds. One of the...
From Noun to Verb
The Duty Free shop at Don Muang Airport will always carry a memory for me. We were walking past it, down toward gate 72 where our...
It’s All Beyond Me
Last week I was in front of a fan, sipping boba and planning for the next Zoom class I’d teach. Today I’m huddled under a blanket next to a...
I’ll Take Your Shoulders
Around Thanksgiving, I signed up to run a race in late January. Since I’ve abandoned the life of a solo runner (see that story here), I invited my friends...
