Aug 03, 2021
Midcentury Modern
I find myself looking at the same memories with new eyes now that you’re gone.
I find myself looking at the same memories with new eyes now that you’re gone.
It was the first time I’d ever noticed growth or newness this way: reclaiming, or returning, rather than overhauling and chasing.
Squirrels are violent maters. I thought about that as metaphor, but I’ve already written that kind of essay, that story.
I made a promise, too, that I would bring her back to you.
How the Bigfoot legend helped me reconcile unanswered questions about my adoption
For my father, the slingshot seems to offer a moment of creative flight, a brief escape. It isn’t the solution, but it keeps everything balanced.
That plant in a park in Rhode Island delivered the promise that there might be something familiar in this place where everything was new.
Even before the pandemic, we’d stopped having people over to the house. It’s become a doghouse that allows a few humans to stay there.
Helen Young Chang on remembered racism, both explicit and subtle, and what her parents brought from Taiwan to Southern California.
During those first weeks, I was in a never-ending, often failing battle with Penny, then an eight-pound roly-poly of a beagle
My affirmations teach me the things I still need to learn.
Out on the road and in the great outdoors my dad and I discovered we were more like each other than we believed.
I grieved the chance to have an uncomplicated pregnancy. I grieved the fact that having more babies could be potentially fatal. And I grieved a younger, more carefree me.
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.
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.
