On Not Wanting Children
Why are the childfree by choice such a threat?
In that sense, we’re still haunted.
When we moved out of our house, I wondered: How much of our presence is still there? How much do we haunt the place?
In other words, the suburbs are equated with whiteness because they were designed to be.
In our constrained culture where public, raw grief is not socially acceptable, I fear that grief stories are being asked to do too much.
Will it challenge how they feel about the kingdom? The nationalistic pride of what it means to be Thai?
Look closely and you see something that has been left behind, mourned, and reassembled from new parts.
My father has been gone for so long now. There’s nothing for me to escape anymore. I read his book to try to believe him again.
My mother’s body, one in a million, became a conduit for lightning, and, three months later, it became a conduit for me.
Naturally, the first person I wrote about was my mother.
But there was also the feeling of home, and these feelings shiver still in my core.
An obsession with excellence creates an unfortunate binary: all or nothing.
To know him beyond the frail, serious man who struggled to speak to his family was such a rare and incredible gift.
My father never took me to Sicily himself, and I yearned to go. I yearned to know the people he knew—and one person he’d never met.
Frarieville was the safe space on which I could plant my flag.
Quietly, I clung to what I knew: how to be an outsider in the South.
I used to think Miami was a kind of carbon copy of Havana. But I was wrong. We are not a copy, but a conversation.
Only after I left a home where there were many women who might have helped me did I realize the sari represented more than a cultural announcement.
Fashion is about more than looking good, or feeling comfortable—it’s about how your clothes tell your story.
Always the most vulnerable will die. There will be others, too, but it begins there. And we see, in slow moving real time, whose life is valued, whose life is not.