Little Things I Miss Where do I start? I miss… his eyes, the way he’d look at us. A dog will look into our eyes to tell us they love…
Insidious Forms of Bullying None of the many forms bullying takes could or should be considered mild.[1] When school is over, people keep finding all manner of abuse. One of…
At only just eighteen, with my head full of dreams and the deer-in-the-headlight defiant innocence of an unworldly ingénue, I traveled alone for the first time – a passage to…
As kids, my siblings and I had a subscription to the local library but, back then, I wasn’t a literature nerd. To take my pick, I’d flip through the books…
India, a Bittersweet Memory In summer 2013, I traveled to southwest India. With a mix of doe-eyed fascination and utter confusion, I soaked up all that was new and foreign…
Gendered ageism[1] has been weighing on my mind a lot as of late. It might have to do with the global pandemic adding to a pre-existing sense of impermanence. It…
Trying to Look the Part – Sugar? – No, thanks. A pause. The air thick with awkwardness. His gaze steady, he says, “men don’t like humble women, you know.” My…
“So don’t be frightened, dear friend, if a sadness confronts you larger than any you have ever known, casting its shadow over all you do. You must think that something…
Preamble Though I’m writing these words in the wake of the recent uprising against the nth instance of police brutality in the U.S. in a long and revolting history, and…
Irrational Thoughts My father’s feet. That’s about the first image that came to mind as I sat down to write my grief story. My dad is eating at the coffee…
