A few years ago, on Mother’s day, I was sitting by the window of a coffee shop in hopes of writing about my favorite place, Ogunquit, ME. But instead, a Facebook exchange between my friend and her husband (who lived away from her at the time), pushed everything else aside and made the following essay come pouring out. It was recently published in Mandala Journal.
Our lives changed when we immigrated. We experienced many gains but also some losses. This is an attempt to recognize both.
Here’s to you, V, for inspiring the truth.