Delicious Bugs and Not Wanting You to Miss Out on Something Else this Summer
We’re in a wooded part of her neighborhood, walking down tall oak tree-lined streets when I had laugh, spit, and cough out a bug. “Sorry. Bug,” I say and then launch into, “Did you know… in Africa there was a bug we ate on purpose? It was delicious!” “What?!” my friend stared. Swinging arms and…
Summery Sun-Kissed Art and Korean & British Voices
“Jen, check out this new Korean guitarist,” my brother texts me. Soon, I’m hitting repeat on the young artist’s self-composed guitar song. Jin san Kim’s fingers fly as he picks out alternatingly high fast notes before dipping into plaintive lower keys and chords. His left hand beats out percussion accompaniment on the wooden body of…
Encounters in Elevators, & a Book Launch Surprise!
“As-salamu allaikum” (Peace to you), I greet them, the young veiled woman with quiet smile and her male companion, a man in his early thirties with a circular Muslim prayer cap on his head. We’re stepping into the same elevator in this hospital in the Fairview-Riverside neighborhood of Minneapolis. “How did you learn that greeting?”…
Of Turning Fifty, & Funerals, & Flowers
Today is my birthday (April 22), and I’m 50 years old. How weird to be 50 years old, half of a hundred. I had wondered how I would feel hitting fifty, wondered if I would feel old, wistful, regretful; wondering if I would feel sad or worried about time passing so quickly and some of…
As I Think About You on an Icy Day
A husky dog peeks out the neighbor’s window, his ears alert and high in wonder at the snow. Red maple leaf buds rock in icy wind, while a cloud of snow-dust blows heavy from off my roof, sweeping down. Evening school and church events pile up email cancellations, and car spin-outs light up the digital…
Global Fusions of Hope and Joy Amidst Anguished Headline News
Silver grey frosts bare branches. Two maples and an unknown tree stand motionless in my backyard. Across two yards, a neighbor’s window lights up from the flashing wall television in their background. Trees, distance, and angles between us obscure any identifiable picture, and the story flashes on in pieces. I sip coffee, wax philosophic, and…
Mistaken Marbles & A Step into Eternity
“It’s fun to be some place where there’s so much art,” he says smiling, as we explore an island in Minneapolis. We climb up underneath a giant highway bridge, hearing the cars roar overhead. Later I snap photos of him down by the river, across from the gleaming blue glass skyline and mirrored river water.…
I Ran Into an Old Enemy But Didn’t Recognize Him at First
I ran into an old enemy last weekend but I didn’t recognize him at first. On a walk last Friday night with my friend, she and I walked on sand-colored boardwalks over a prairie marsh. Olive grasshoppers bounded knee high and wild raspberry bushes climbed four feet tall, up and onto the walkway, leaning out…
Of Flour Dough and Romance
I measure handfuls of flour, the silky white dust slipping under my fingernails and coating my inner fingers. Radhika taught me this, how to make home-made Indian roti bread. I count handfuls of flour, “five, six,” and then pause to wonder how much bread Mark and I will eat for lunch with our chicken schwarmas.…
He Doesn’t Know I Am Watching
I saw him again this week. I hadn’t seen him for a few months and suddenly there he was. He didn’t see me. He doesn’t even know me, and yet he has made an impact on me. But, before him… before seeing this gentleman… there was a wedding venue. She arrives glowing, shoulder-length dark hair…