An Open Letter to Wanda’s Mother

Dear Wanda’s Mother: Your daughter was nine weeks old when I met her. Her name was Caramel then, but I quickly decided that was too saccharine (I know, you didn’t choose it), and changed it to Wanda: a name I felt more appropriate for the confident, sociable, and strong young lady that I intended to …

When The Speaker Shuts Up

I haven't written since I ran the Boston marathon. And I haven't written since my cousin got married. I haven't written since I took a five-day yoga training or since I decided to make my teaching simpler. I haven't written since I got into a new improv troupe. I haven't written since I decided to …