2022 in Review
There’s a one-sidedness to the second-generation relationship. The homeland looms large in our imagination but we don’t in theirs.
I didn’t want to know what I was looking for. I didn’t want to search or bid. What I wanted was the dream.
As grief shaped daily life over the past three years, one of the few things that has reliably brought me comfort is helping my dog be brave.
A friend texts: Have you heard this term “she-cession”? You reply with another term you’ve seen popping up: Forced domesticity.
There was something about the country where I was born that had always eluded me.
It seems this year’s offerings from the Dark Ages want to raise a carnal, earthy prayer to the present age.
People arrive at the ER every day looking for my help, and the uncomfortable truth is that I’m often so overwhelmed that I struggle to connect with them.
I’m the first woman in the world to get a tattoo because she’s sad! I invented it!