On the gendered aspect of conversion disorder, how it might have historically manifest in nuns and mystics, and the strange comfort of being diagnosed.
To me, ‘daiji’ embodies the struggle to prioritize two languages, homes, and selves.
I used to tell people I needed to write a novel before I could consider offspring. I have written one novel. I am considering purchasing a fern.
“You listen when she looks at you this way, to her eyes if not to her words.”
Even when I think I am at peace, when I think I have healed, I find myself still thinking of my scar.
I promised myself I would not threaten, shame, or scare my daughter into compliance. I kept that promise.
How Houston and Its Diverse Hubs Made Me Who I Am
The Space Between Us and the Ground Below Us, or: Why I Traveled to Japan
An Immigrant Londoner in Brexit Limbo
How Do I Accept That My Friends Have Moved On Without Me?
Magic and Echoes: How Music Helps Me Write
Why I Wanted to Write About Anger
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