What I’m Reading

“this is the recipe of life
said my mother
as she held me in her arms as I wept
think of those flowers you plant
in the garden each year
they will teach you
that people too
must wilt
fall
root
rise
in order to bloom”

Between shuttling the kids between swim lessons and grabbing groceries for the grill, my family’s summer schedule barely leaves me time to read two pages. To make those pages count, I indulge in Rupi Kaur’s poetry. Her work lands its emotional punches like an expert boxer: simple, heavy lines leave you dizzy with loss, grief, and introspection. Whatever I read resonates in my soul for the rest of the day, and just two pages can leave me gasping for breath.

I’ve never felt quite so hungry for heartbreak.