Scared, Paranoid, Angry, American–On the Occasion that The Words Have Become Synonyms

Dear Lily June, If I can’t say it here, anonymously, where can I? I whisper confess: I think I am losing… Read more Scared, Paranoid, Angry, American–On the Occasion that The Words Have Become Synonyms

God Help Me through the Holidays–On the Occasion that You’re Contemplating Faith at Christmastime

Dear Lily June, In the wake of the election of Donald Trump, your mother was despairing. Like many others, I… Read more God Help Me through the Holidays–On the Occasion that You’re Contemplating Faith at Christmastime

The Divided States of America–On the Occasion that There Is No There, There

Dear Lily June, I admit it: I have been avoiding you on the page. In real life, my darling daughter,… Read more The Divided States of America–On the Occasion that There Is No There, There

French Croissants and American Fear–In Which We Flex our Imaginations

Dear Lily June, At thirteen months old, you are still a mystery to me. What goes on in your imagination… Read more French Croissants and American Fear–In Which We Flex our Imaginations