First Person
You are always you, always becoming you. You’re always your own first person, over and over and over.
The Ones
I grew up knowing that I would not date a woman unless we were going to get married. No pressure, you’ll know when you know, but figure it out and don’t mess it up or your entire life will be ruined.
I Want to Believe: Conspiracy Theories and Trump
If you look at any conspiracy website, this is essentially the narrative you will find.
First Light
Crowds of people stand with their backs to the colors, their eyes on their phones or on the train tracks. “Turn around!” I want to say, “You’re missing it.”
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.
