The fact that I’ve always had an exact replica of my father, with a startlingly similar voice, mannerisms and, well, face, never really struck me as exceptional until he passed away.
The larger deception is that birth is only about life. In reality, the only certain thing about life is death and every birth contains that prospect.
The farther I am from my home in Zimbabwe, the farther I am from my mother and the daughter she remembers.
When my family made pilgrimage to Saudia Arabia in my grandmother’s memory, we were struck by the state of faith and war.
Though I’ve lived in more “storied” places, the physical space of the suburbs has shaped me more than any other.
To be newly pregnant is to feel uniquely unsafe. Here is one way to fall in love with an idea.
The day before he heard the prognosis, Rob Ford told me, “People hate me. I don’t know why.”
If your child gets sick, hope for something mechanical. Failing that, wish for something commonplace. This is a mother’s quest to find her daughter a diagnosis.
Having phone sex in a bush behind a library on the fourth of July stopped me from converting to Mormonism.