If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.

A mother isn’t the person who births you; it’s the person who rears you and shows you love.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.