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A Way Back To My Heart
Yesterday was the first time I really understood swimming. I’ve loved to swim ever since I was a little girl, and I’ve always known the power of water, but as I got older, swimming started to mean laps: going from one side of the pool to the next, counting my achievements in numbers.
Living All Our Faces
When I first came to the U.S., I learned that being “two-faced” meant being a liar. That never made sense to me. We all have many faces. Wouldn’t showing them be more honest? Isn’t it more honest to admit that, laughing with a friend after your grandmother’s funeral, you felt both grief AND joy? Isn’t it more honest to admit that, in the face of world events, you’re in touch with both intense anger AND profound hope? And all that there is in between?
