I see the army green backpack with an American flag patch stitched on it first. I want to ask if she’d enlisted in the army and about her experience. I’m unpacking some of my clothes and toiletries for my two-day stay in a...
Read MoreThe great love of my life is electric, like the Oasis song we love, and eccentric, like our high school badminton coach who made us crab walk across the gymnasium floor 15 times as punishment for being late. She makes me vote...
Read MoreMy mother is deeply kind, but not very nice. Once, I cried to her because I felt ugly, and she told me that I wasn’t a supermodel anyway — that I must make peace with being average. On countless other occasions, I’ve called her...
Read MoreOn Feb. 1, my sister texted me, unsolicited, that balls were her favorite part of a boy’s body — what a way to celebrate the genesis of a new month. My sister is eight. Stupefied, I texted back in trepidation, asking from...
Read MoreIn our world, where food means nothing and everything, and where you can eat basically anything, effortlessly, food can lack tenor. But the process — both how we make our food and how we eat it, too — matters. The...
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