Maybe telling ourselves we’re balanced, that we’re in control, is almost as good as the real thing.
Sometimes I still think about my suits and the life I could have had. Now I work for myself, and my standard uniform is jeans and a T-shirt.
Platforms like Facebook already act as mediums between the living and deceased.
Fitzgerald was ground down, I imagine, consumed by how to take care of her family. This didn’t make her any less the thinker, writer, reader, that she was.
“We have become so good at seeing our environment—our planet and the people upon it—as a rolling scroll of film.”
On the thin line between fairy tales and real-life horror stories, and how we survive.
Holding on to our cultural foods and customs was a labor of love, but labor nevertheless. American Night provided a little respite.
“Was I meant to get that desk just to show a stranger the course of her life?”
Too many people are fed one version of a story, a false one, and do not interrogate it. But the world of fairy tales is rife with opportunities to practice critical thinking, if only we look closer.
I have forgotten how to speak two languages. But I have learned this one.
Many of us subconsciously believe there is only so much good allotted to us—so, when something good happens, watch out.
“What I look like” is not a static picture cut out and placed in different environments, but one that changes again and again.
We’ve all had to reckon with the burden of untold stories. Every woman has one, and every woman carries around with her the stories of others.
“FOE!” he had yelled, when really, phở is more graceful than that.