Feb 23, 2021
Writ in Water: Remembering John Keats and My Friend Susan
And then there is the date that we don’t yet know. The last date—a meaningless number on a calendar until it isn’t.
And then there is the date that we don’t yet know. The last date—a meaningless number on a calendar until it isn’t.
The simplicity and certainty of the game was precisely what I needed. Who was I to refuse the guarantee of a certain reality?
This body is the home of both a female and a male self, and I am not yet sure how to help it accommodate all of me best.
I dug my hole trying to keep up with a social calendar I couldn’t afford, which is often what happens when you feel like you don’t belong on the social calendar to begin with.
Sometimes even just a minor taste of something brings old ghosts back to me.
If one loved in the Indian provinces, one could only love in English, with “I love you.”
A system that requires us to risk further retaliation when we report being in danger enables and engenders further violence.
I want to inhabit a form that doesn’t define me; I want to inhabit a form in a way that lets me define it.
Is it strange, in a vortex of absence, to cherish endings? Only if loss and endings are the same.
In the face of overlapping and unprecedented crises, an immigrant mom protects her family through play.
Envy feels a lot like binging—the more you give into it, the worse you feel.
On a long-sought diagnosis, chronic pain, and a trek to Everest Base Camp.
Priyanka Bose on How Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir Helped Her Overcome Loneliness
Including my mother, we inhabit seven squares. At the beginning of each Zoom session, my mother asks who we are.
Christina Bartson on improvisation, shutting out fear, and trusting her movement during the pandemic.
When I first discovered I was pregnant, we were deep into a very strange spring.
I still wonder, what is the right amount of time to grieve?
Ironically, the UK’s Covid-19 lockdown gave me the time to embrace wild swimming—just when I needed my lifeline most.
At detention centers, these prized possessions go straight into the trash. A devastating omen for the way immigrants are treated in this country.
