The Xhosa Baby

I went to my thyroid appointment earlier today, and a mother and her daughter — maybe around a year and a half old — were also in the waiting room. The child was running around the space and wore shoes which were made to squeak every time she walked or kicked something. To make matters […]

Patient and Kind

By design, my life is fairly quiet. Sometimes I wonder if it’s too quiet, but not because I feel I’m missing something. I wonder this because I’ll occasionally look inside my world from an outsider’s point of view and I’ll think that something needs to change. This is a short-lived belief. I’m more than good […]

Proof.

As human beings, it seems like we’re always looking for proof. Proof that someone loves us, as if to say that their words aren’t enough. Proof that we’re good enough, as though someone telling me that I can do whatever I put my mind to goes in one ear and out the other. Proof that […]