Everything deflated like a balloon. That’s what it felt like to be broken up with. It wasn’t devastating. My identity remained unaltered in her absence, but the air went out. … Continue reading In Defense of Your Ex
Moments way before this one stung with my loneliness. My entire adolescence, the wake of disappointments in college, the year I moved to another city and it didn’t work out. … Continue reading Notes on Loneliness
I don’t want you to think of love as rag doll, always one blunder away from being ripped away forever.
Back to writing fiction!
I realized that if I want to get to the next level of my life, I have to let go.
Nature tells us that becoming is an ugly process, whether we choose to listen or not.
Grief is not the fence we hop over. It’s the ocean we swim through.
I am not my family’s narrator. I don’t house their voices somewhere in my larynx. I cannot speak for them. My family is like everyone else’s: raucous and dysfunctional. We … Continue reading Brother: an epilogue, a past tense, a Stillborn Sibling