Not Strong

I am not strong. People tell me all the time that I am strong. Mostly, when people say this, they are referring to me in relationship to the things I have survived. But I have never understood the way we praise strength, especially when, what I know about strength, is that it’s simply what’s left…Read more »

“You’re Married to the Russian!” and other missed opportunities

I am watching for my daughter in the pack of ice skaters looping around the rink when a woman taps me on the shoulder. When I turn toward her, she nods and smiles at me, as if she is expecting an answer to a question she asked the last time we saw one another. Her…Read more »