by Josée Methot “Can you remember a time when you experienced awe?”, asked my friend. My heart jumped: “yes, of course.” The sunflowers. As if on replay, my mind formed the image: my mother in her garden, her short frame delicate against towering sunflowers; their big bobble heads bouncing against the late summer sky. I was a kid and I was mesmerized. These weren’t just plants — they were giants. There was a village of giants in my backyard, and my mother was their overall-cl

by Morgan Tingley Morgan Tingley is an Assistant Professor of Ecology and Evolutionary Biology at the University of Connecticut. He shouldn't be too hard on his parents, as he struggles to keep anything green alive. #Lemon #Tree #Parents #Moving #Art #Flower #Garden

by Mallika Nocco My parents became two opposite people every time we traveled to Bangalore, both trying to cram everything they missed about India into one month. They seemed to revert back into their adolescent selves, each staying with a set of grandparents three blocks away from each other, my father eating six meals a day to keep both his father and his mother-in-law happy. He would pick me up from my maternal grandparents’ house and take me in an auto-rickshaw to Gandhi