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Murder Nights

It was as if I needed a third surgery, a reconstruction. I needed the surgeon to rebuild what he tore out.

Jun 02, 2020
Playing Ophelia Helped Me Navigate My Own Grief

She sings and speaks in lewd riddles, mourning her father’s untimely death and her abandonment by Hamlet, her lover.

Scabies Taught Me Social Distancing Doesn’t Mean Disconnection

I wasn’t alone in this experience that had made me feel so isolated, so removed from everyone.

May 21, 2020
What Reality TV Taught Me About Ending a Friendship

I’m coming to terms with the fact that—whether it ends in an unfollow or in a blow-up bash in a house in Malibu—sometimes the kindest thing we can give one another is a goodbye.

May 21, 2020
The Mother of Reckoning

One of my mothers, I thought, could be dead.

May 19, 2020
Finding Myself in the Museum of Chinese in America

Chineseness became a part of my heritage I could name but didn’t really understand.

May 14, 2020
It Took Me Ten Years and a Church Hall to Love Dance Again

It was never about exercise, nor changing my body. It was about doing something my body felt comfortable with.

May 13, 2020
Finding God in Science

The grounding I felt in organized religion was substantial: the loss, acutely painful. I found temporary relief in all the ways nature found me wherever I lived.

Apr 21, 2020
Falling in Love With a Balloon Artist Taught Me I Never Wanted to Be “Normal”

My future was uncertain . . . A balloon dinosaur was tangible, even if it withered away in a week.

Apr 14, 2020
Leaving My Near-Death Experience on the Dance Floor

They said I was traumatized, and that my fragile mental state would have to indefinitely play catchup with my rapidly healing body.

Apr 09, 2020
The Civil Rights Activist Whose Unique Spirituality Helped Me Find My Own

After I left my family’s religion, I was, for better or worse, searching for a blueprint, a model I could trust, which felt familiar enough to be safe, yet bold enough to be revolutionary.

Apr 09, 2020
How Bodywork Helped Me Find Healing From Trauma

Though I couldn’t articulate it at the time, I somehow knew that both relief and release were no longer optional. They were necessities.

A Family on the Border, of the Border

I see a wall as tantamount to rejection: to create a physical barrier is to reject the possibility of familiarity.

Apr 01, 2020
“What Are You?”: On Mixed-Race Identity and ‘The Buddhist Bug’

Yet, my same racial mutability also poses a threat: “How can you identify a ‘them’ if it can pass for an ‘us’?”

How Being a Child Elvis Impersonator Helped Me Find My Non-Binary Self

Each performance provided a hit of adrenal love. I lived on it. I survived off of it. Until, that is, that moment in the bathroom when I was thirteen.

What Tarot Taught Me About the Stories We Tell

I’ve read that trauma disrupts time. That violent events are recorded differently in the brain.

Mar 25, 2020
Car Crashes, Climate Change, and Mothering Through Catastrophe

I recall a 2016 headline that warned, ‘Orangutans face complete extinction within ten years.’ Nash will be thirteen in 2026.

Treating My Diabetes Meant Facing My Eating Disorder All Over Again

I posed the question to her, earnestly, seriously: If given the choice, would she rather gain weight or would she rather die?

Mar 12, 2020
My Family’s Relationship with the Unseen

Maybe my dreams were trying to tell me something. Maybe I had what I liked to call, jokingly, “the ElGenaidi Gift.”

Mar 04, 2020
How a Black Girl Learned To Fly

As the plane began to taxi, the first line of the comic Riri Williams: Ironheart #1 danced in my mind: “I was never meant to fly.”