Generations

In the Kingdom of Tamarac: Shuffleboard and Other Acts of Remembrance

What I knew about my grandparents was enough to fill every hidden closet, every secret candy drawer.

Dec 13, 2017
Closed Casket: One Family’s Story of Suicide

“I never told dead brother I loved him. My fear of him was too great.”

Dec 07, 2017
Learning to Fly: When You Have to Be Your Own Parent

Even as a child I found extreme pleasure in the things I could control.

Nov 27, 2017
The Thanksgiving We Never Had

“1993 was the only year when my parents and all my siblings and I could have spent the holiday together.”

Nov 21, 2017
What I Saw When My Father Wrestled Cousin Pedro

The object of my desire is rarely men like my father, uncle, or the other men in my neighborhood. Cousin Pedro is an exception.

Act Right: Raising a Black Boy from Six to Seven

“I want him to stay as sweet and soft and cute as he is now. He is my baby boy.”

Ógbuágu: The Lion’s Killer Depression

“Did I resemble my father now with my depression? Did he see me every morning and feel arrested by the familiarity?”

Nov 01, 2017
To Never Be Full: Albinism, Anorexia, and What It Means to Be Sri Lankan

“My mother’s ‘whiteness’ is disputed, by brown and white people alike, and treated as something to interrogate.”

Sep 14, 2017
The Things We Never Say: A Family History

My mother traded her independence for the fullness of a family, tied it to a post for the confines of marriage.

Of Spanish and My Grandmother

“Alzheimer’s had been pickpocketing her of a few memories each day until finally I was just a voice she couldn’t place.”

The Peaches: How to Punish the Fruit of Your Own Flesh

My grandmother wanted a perfect funeral for the man who’d beaten and abused her for all fifty years of their marriage.

Aug 08, 2017
Your Name Is a Blessing to Stand On

“We didn’t know that where we came from, we named like praying.”

Jun 29, 2017
Cigarettes and Turpentine: An Ode to My Artist-Mother

“The women I admire most are artist-mothers, who are able to create with pleasure and abandon.”

Jun 21, 2017
Love in the Time of Measles

“In the emergency room, my instincts exploded from protective to full-blown primal. And it felt like love.”

Jun 20, 2017
Division of Labor: When You Crave Order and Your Family Doesn’t

“My parents had a shared language I didn’t understand, messes I couldn’t always be there to tidy.”

Jun 19, 2017
The Privilege of Having Soft Hands

My parents’ hands were the remnants of great struggle. Mine somehow remained untouched.

May 17, 2017
Decades After Foster Care, I Found My Long-Lost Brother

“If I’d stayed, I could have protected him. That’s what I believed. Maybe he believed that, too.”

May 09, 2017
The Bathrobe: On Quilting and Memory

The act of quilting is the transformations of meaning and object.

Apr 20, 2017
How My Parents Met

“She revealed her affection for him while also noting his otherness.”

Apr 11, 2017
My Father’s Car, His Watch, and His New Nursing Home

I am driving my father’s car to my hometown to put him in a nursing home.

Apr 10, 2017