Superstition ruled my mind. More than I realized. I had no idea, within hours, there’d be no child to mother. And then he was gone. And we were childless.
I stood in the hallway and tentatively pushed the bathroom door open, holding my breath as I peered into the darkness, waiting for it to bump into
First, I tell her the love story, and also the heartbreak story, and she listens, even if she's heard so much of this before.
As long as I give my daughter the space to talk, I feel like my alcoholic ex can strengthened my relationship with her. I hope she knows that I'm here.
After my mother’s suicide in 2009, I was left with a gnawing sense of guilt. My mother had suffered from an undiagnosed delusional disorder.
Pulling the plug on the numbing forces you to look at your past, dealing with the knives you’ve been carting around which are now being thrown.
There is no support or safety net to break one’s fall when friendships fade or split apart. There's not an acceptable period of isolation.
I did it for the money, sure, but also out of a strange mixture of boredom, perversion, and self-abnegation. Giving myself away, one song at a time.
Our noises are more than just vibrations; our soundings help constitute our presence in the world. Listen to me: what I have to say right now matters.
I landed at Miami International Airport knowing nothing other than that my Cuban father and Russian mother had decided to move our family there.
At first, every time the quarry had a group scheduled, the same level of panic would hit all over again.
I walk out onto our fake dinosaur quarry, and watch in fear as a line of second graders get ready to witness my first time delivering the lesson.