Jan 13, 2021
The Three Corpses
From the beginning, I knew that terror is a god. But now, I also believe that what might sound like a death rattle is merely the echo of ancestral song.
From the beginning, I knew that terror is a god. But now, I also believe that what might sound like a death rattle is merely the echo of ancestral song.
In the face of overlapping and unprecedented crises, an immigrant mom protects her family through play.
Envy feels a lot like binging—the more you give into it, the worse you feel.
It’s hard to say what about it is more charming to me, the hilarity of it or the inescapable Jewishness of it. Mel Brooks could be any man in my family.
My mind is years ahead, trying to imagine an America whose cherished ideals hold true even for a little Black boy like mine.
Including my mother, we inhabit seven squares. At the beginning of each Zoom session, my mother asks who we are.
When I first discovered I was pregnant, we were deep into a very strange spring.
I still wonder, what is the right amount of time to grieve?
I do not wish to have not been a parent. But I think it is normal to imagine new existences when the world is crumbling.
For my rescued hens, every day was the best day they’d ever had.
Fashion is about more than looking good, or feeling comfortable—it’s about how your clothes tell your story.
When your maternal grandmother dies from breast cancer, there’s this strange intersection between her health and your mother’s health and yours.
Nothing in my son’s life has gone according to plan. Why would school be any different?
I don’t know when I was born. I’ve stopped pretending that I do.
Just like plants, we inherit some traits from those who came before us, but when I spend time with my siblings I’m amazed by how different we are.
It isn’t my job to bear as much pain as I possibly can to prove that I am somehow worthy of becoming a mother. Why is it so hard to remember this?
Our first book club discussion was a learning experience.
If the muffins had been good, we’d have eaten them and gone to bed. But the story of their catastrophic badness: that, we could forever savor.
I was already in love with all my friends. But in my newfound singleness, I was falling in love with them more deeply.
When my grandmother died, she didn't want a funeral. She did have thoughts about what we should do with her ashes.
