Raising Coconuts in a world full of turnips.
My Darling Girl, Thirteen years ago, when you were placed on my chest, warm, wet, and full of life I did not see this moment. I only saw my first born baby girl with perfect bow-shaped lips and tiny fingers and toes. I felt the intense rush of motherly love burn fierce and hot in… Continue reading A Letter to My Birthday Girl
“Hi! My name’s Isabelle! Do you wanna be my friend?” I heard this sentence offered up by each of the Coconuts countless times during our monster road trip last month to a plethora of different kids they met. And no matter the size, age, gender, religious background, family party persuasion, every one of the kids… Continue reading The Coconut Chronicles: The Death of Empathy
Conversations With Coconuts 