Before I moved to Thailand, I bought this beautiful wall tapestry with wildflowers that weave in and out of letters. They scatter themselves across the tapestry, making room for themselves rather than waiting to be invited. They don’t sit nicely in a vase on a table....
I am a doer and a worker who comes from a long line of doers and workers. We are pioneers and pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of people who value long days and even longer hours. My ancestors are farmers and hustlers in their own right—providing for large...
I live in this beautifully diverse and densely populated neighborhood on the north side of Chicago where the government resettles refugees and immigrants make their new home. Chicagoans know it as Little India. When you walk the streets of my neighborhood, you don’t...
Enter flour, salt, yeast, and water. I’m amazing at being impatient. It runs in my family—and humanity—so I have to practice. I have to practice waiting and pausing and extending kindness in the frustration that tags along. In the last few years, baking...
Disruptive—that’s how I would describe these weeks. As the coronavirus claims more lives and plans than we expected, we wonder when all of this will be over. There are places we need to go, things we need to do. This strange season is a welcomed sabbath for...
