Luciana Gomide opened a call for stories for a Brazilian coletânea — anonymous submissions, no names, no bios, nothing to identify the author. Just the writing. She picked mine. She had no idea she was reading something of mine. And she selected it anyway.

Rhoda Bangerter asked me for coffee. Author to author. She reached out and said let's talk. There is something about being seen by a peer — not a reader, not a follower, but another author who read about your work and thought: I want to sit across a table from this person. That lands differently. It feels less like recognition and more like belonging.

What does it really mean to be a “good parent” when you’re raising your child in another country? In my latest post, I share how even a simple day at the playground in Switzerland revealed how culture shapes love, care, and parenting — and why I believe love always has an accent.