Our first trip to Australia

It’s close to midnight in Sydney, Australia, where we just spent two weeks. We’ve been flying towards Honolulu a good 6 hours now. Three more to go. Our daughter is sleeping on my lap. The keyboard is propped up on a blanket and a pillow. My phone (on which I write) rests against her inflatable…

Kindness

I’m in Saint Leu, a small beach town on the west coast of Reunion island. My friends are treating us to a weekend in an oceanfront villa. The sun is shining. Palms trees sway in the gentle breeze, bright green against the cloudless sky. A sliver of white moon winks at me. A golden dragonfly…

The magical powers of Love

As my friend drove us home from the grocery store, I wondered aloud: “Why oh why must motherhood be so hard?” And she replied: “It’s hard only because you care.” Being a perfect mother is impossible. Being a great mother is a tall order. Being a good mother is challenging. Challenged I am every day…

The story of how we met

My sister’s boyfriend, Muller, was intent on introducing me to a martial artist who was visiting Reunion Island to teach a series of seminars. I looked at the flyer he handed me, unimpressed. “I don’t like guys with long hair”, I said when I saw the mullet the man in the photo sported. “He’s a…

The gift of a bad mother

After a lifetime of a strained relationship, five years ago I severed ties with the woman who gave birth to me and raised me. I don’t call her mom since she’s never behaved like one. We live oceans apart and she came for an extended stay at my house when my daughter was eight months…

Am I enough?

The nurse congratulated me and laid a sweet baby girl into my arms. I gazed into those big blue eyes filled with the most wonderful kind of love. This helpless beautiful little creature depended on me for everything and she wasn’t doubting that she would get everything. Looking into her face was like looking into…

A new outlook on laundry

Tonight, I did laundry. I grabbed my headphones and listened to my current favorite: the soundtrack to The Last of the Mohicans. The music moves me, just as the movie did. As I smoothed the wrinkles away from my husband’s shirts, just out of the dryer, their warmth spoke to me. I was struck by…