Working on a Vineyard Taught Me to Slow Down and Pay Attention
We had no sense of “ecological time,” the cadence of the natural environment. Mostly, I experienced the natural world as lack.
We had no sense of “ecological time,” the cadence of the natural environment. Mostly, I experienced the natural world as lack.
“In Cantonese,” my mother says, “love isn’t so frivolous.”
I find joy in being let into the idiosyncrasies of someone’s taste.
Letty Ortiz reflects back the best of our hero’s characteristics with fewer of the hang-ups.
India for white filmmakers is a place in their imagination.
‘Horizon Zero Dawn’ is naïve in its progressivism, and to sing its uncritical praises is to underestimate the ability of video games to tell better stories.
The avoidance of shame is a community obsession, one I haven’t been able to escape even in my thirties.
My family’s understanding of religion was too individualistic for my liking. But I still wanted to hold faith in something bigger than myself.
It’s a strange sort of self-reliance, thinking you can out-plan the grief, and heartbreak, and confusion of growing up.
What I mean is, butter puts me in my body.
The point of dating is to get to know another person. It’s a process made more confusing when, in my grief, I’m getting reacquainted with myself.
This is an essay about soup, but it is also about friendship. Or rather, this is an essay about soup and how a friendship ends.
Nirvana took every step to sand the edges of rock’s obsessive relationship with toxic masculinity.
Joy is not something I’ve carried naturally.
In the ‘Sex and the City’ reboot, Carrie Bradshaw’s arc is one of the most truthful depictions of mourning I’ve ever seen on TV.
An accurate astrological picture gave me a sense of control over the different way my mind worked.
The story of the girl with the green ribbon was once a generic tale of horror. Now, it is about about gender.
My family may not get much of my writing, but our mutual appreciation for ill-advised sexual mayhem transcends language.
There is something resplendent in the stories of our parents.
I listened to the lead singer, Shirley Manson, play what I understood as masculine and feminine in the same hand.