Family

How Watching 'Supermarket Sweep' Gives Me Hope After Loss

Supermarket Sweep is what gets me the closest, catapulting me back to a time when we were alive, together.

May 17, 2022
A Family History of Fear

I got a D in math and my sister got cancer. These aren’t causalities, only things that happened one right after the other.

My First Taste of Protest In a Thai Roadside Café

Will it challenge how they feel about the kingdom? The nationalistic pride of what it means to be Thai?

Apr 21, 2022
I Love You by Remembering What You Hate: A Recipe for Herby Salad

I find joy in being let into the idiosyncrasies of someone’s taste.

Apr 14, 2022
My Father Tried to Preserve Nature—And the Best of Him—In His Writing

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.

Apr 12, 2022
We’re the Last Good Girls Alive

Who will remember a girl’s pain when the evidence disappears?

Mar 24, 2022
Who Actually Wins (and Keeps) the HGTV Dream Home?

As of January 2021, only six of the first twenty-one sweepstakes winners were able to live in their Dream Home for longer than a year.

Even in a Queer Marriage, There’s the Familiar Trap of Gender Roles

The wall that divided us in those early weeks of my first child’s infancy became a continued separation.

Jan 27, 2022
How to Teach Your Child About a Disappearing World

My daughter understands object permanence—the idea that what vanishes continues to exist. As the planet warms, I worry I may have oversold the concept.

Jan 13, 2022
The Pain of Losing Your First Language

What else did I lose to assimilate?

Dec 21, 2021
I Turned to TikTok When Motherhood Felt Out of Reach

In the emergency room waiting for a potential diagnosis, I soothe myself with loops of pudgy toddlers tripping into the antics of babyhood over and over again.

Dec 09, 2021
Searching for My Parallel Life in Vietnam

What might have happened if we had stayed?

Nov 03, 2021
Skateboarding Gave Me a Way to Express My Grief

Yes, this system is imperfect. It took years—and the privilege of professional help—before I’d learn to articulate my grief in words.

Oct 21, 2021
Reaching for My Family—And My French Not-Husband

Comforting each other is more natural when we’re physically present, which is what the pandemic made it impossible for my not-husband to be.

Oct 20, 2021
I Refuse to Feel Guilt for My Guilty Pleasures

The invisible fence that divides highbrow and lowbrow is largely imposed by money, those we admire, and our own social conditioning.

Facing Crises—and Mosquitoes—at Home in Osaka

If you’re looking at something, you don’t know where it’s going; if you know where it’s going, you don’t know where it is.

Sep 28, 2021
After Sitting Shiva in the Pandemic, What Comes Next?

The grief of the pandemic era is ongoing. What happens if everyone is sitting shiva at once?

Sep 22, 2021
Traveling With My Parents Taught Me “Growing Up” Is Not “Growing Old”

My parents were old. It was time to take seriously the last years we had left. That is not, of course, how they saw things.

Sep 08, 2021
The Mango Missile Crisis

After her arrest, I started to understand. All the racist slights and foolish men my mother had endured. More reasons to be angry than I could count.

Inheriting My Mother’s Body

Twenty years after the not-cancer, my mother died of cancer. Maybe that’s why when they tell me it’s a fibroid I’m so afraid.

Aug 30, 2021