It’s a small coffee shop, a Shingle-style shack with blue trim, listed by Yelp as one of Laguna Beach’s best. Cookies and biscotti lie in a basket in front of the order window. The barista, an upbeat blonde woman in her late fifties, early sixties, comes over to me. As I’m trying to choose what flavor to put in my coffee, we start talking. She finds out I’m from Phoenix and…
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.