Imagining Homelands
I’m named after my father’s homeland, a place I know very little about. Because he’s dead, Indian culture is not something I absorb in my everyday life.
Confidence in the Flesh
The right idea about me is that I am a confident, empowered female person who rejoices in her sexuality.
First of Something
When I was eleven, the barn cat we kept outside to catch mice had kittens.
5 Get-To-Know-You Games That Almost Made Me Drop Out of Calvin
I wonder, though, if we haven’t forgotten what vulnerability actually means: exposure to harm, physical or emotional. I wonder if we’ve glorified vulnerability.
First Drafts
My real fear is not that someone will think that I write poorly, but that people will think I write without having anything to say.
On Being In Between
Or maybe, there’s liberation to being in limbo—for a brief time, I’m nowhere. I’m placeless. I’m just part of the mass of humanity that’s moving from one space to another and back again.
The Songs I Sing my Daughter
Once I met Lucy face to face, we knew each other, and I sang to her songs from a place that had been growing inside me, one of confidence and purpose.
The Onion That Is Our Waste Systems
We stood on an extension of a natural butte, but under the topsoil was a thousand feet of trash.
Coffee and Ants
The winged six-legged something-or-other was diligently scaling the coffee shop window, which was thick with the moist mess of condensation.
The Politics of Lonely
So fall softly as you go into your places, like snow onto empty branches, like a weighted blanket.
