Dressed in a medical gown, I sit in an uncomfortable plastic chair behind a foldable cloth and metal partition. I stare at the stains on the partition, trying not to imagine their origins. A blonde…
Browsing Category Nonfiction
Something I Might Mistake For Beauty
At my appointment with the first doctor who might finally name the nebulous illness I’ve suffered with for seven years, the intake form requests I list my symptoms; a hazard of myprofession that every ache…
Becoming American
I Writing about the ways your accent is at war with itself is like taking a knife to your tongue and splitting it into two unequal parts and then telling everyone what you did. One…
Acadian Armor
1 Childless and widowed, I slide into bed like a bug that scuttles away to escape getting stomped. I am not a bug but I am flattened. By loneliness, worry, missing my boy, now grown….
Addendum: Nala-e-bebak
In Urdu, there exists a phrase—nala-e-bebak: an audacious sorrow. 2007: When my grandmother died, she turned into a parrot. An obscure ritual was performed to determine what type of body she would be reborn in…