Early in my Camino, I had a dream I was pregnant. In the dream, I was surprisingly okay with the idea. I say “surprisingly” because for most of my life I have not wanted to have children. “Maybe it’s a sign of a new self that you’re birthing,” Mona, a fellow pilgrim, told me. “When…
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A Test Run
I don’t know that I’ll ever shake that initial jolt of fear that shoots through me when I arrive alone in a foreign country. I follow the crowd through the terminal to baggage claim. Traveling only with carry-on luggage, this is where I abandon them. I look around to find the bus or train I…
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