The mantle of my privilege

I want to share people’s stories, because by the transitive property of story, we all grow and deepen. I’ve never subsisted on a bowl of rice a day and picked wild herbs to try to cure my firstborn’s measles while under the watchful eye of the Khmer Rouge, but my neighbor has, and she told me about it, and I’m wiser. I tell you about it, and you’re wiser. Transitive property of story.

Recently, I’ve started reaching out to people---just tentatively, just a little---to hear their stories. But...