My parents used to keep a lot of photo albums around the house. In one, there is a photo of me, three years old in our tiny living room, unsmiling
My skin is a map of what has happened in my life. Engraved with sad and unfortunate events, a series
There are days when you feel like you woke up in the middle of something. This was one of those
The last time my mother broke my heart, my brother and his college friends had
It was the year Twitter launched, the Human Genome Project published the final chromosome sequence,
They say there are five stages of grief and that there is no order in
Pain \peyn\ n. 3a. Physical or bodily suffering; a continuous, strongly unpleasant or agonizing sensation
The first time my white neighbor called the police it was during the renovation of
Therapy is the supportive process of accompanying one’s journey of transcendence from darkness to light
I saw The Notebook musical on Broadway during a Full Moon in Scorpio. Yes, I
Thousand Oaks, California I flew from coast to coast when I was nine years old.
Grandmothers Some little girls, with plaits and blemishes, cook rice and jerk chicken as the
I grew up in the heart of the Midwest during the 1970s, the era of
I took the longest strides of my life during my first winter in America. Race-walking
Si·en·na /sēˈenə/ noun a kind of ferruginous earth used as a pigment in painting, normally
Once, a former co-worker of mine stopped me in the middle of working, calling my
“Every human being is intended to have a character of his own; to be what
I can clean my entire apartment in under two hours. That’s two podcasts or one
