This summer, I witnessed the boy next door transmute himself into a shaman. And in that moment, the disparate parts of my diasporic world came together in the Khanghai Mountains of Mongolia. 

Have you ever wondered why birds skim low over water?

It all begins with an idea.

The car to my father was what white picket fences were to my mother.

Unhappy me, but I’m not sure why. I used to love visiting my father at work. Dressing up, accessorizing…

At the beginning of this month, I went to Venice and reconnected with the things in life I had forgotten could bring such joy. Things that in the spirit of pandemic sacrifice I had convinced myself I could do without or had to do without.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

Let me explain. We were throwing a party for everyone in our summer community on the front porch and lawn of our house. I decided two days before the party that I wanted to wear a pink dress to match our pink chairs.