The Death of What You Thought Was Your Soul
The last time I knew who I was I had acne, four AP classes, and a Bible in my senior photos.
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.
