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Almost nothing in the left hand column. All the right hand column busy with her scrawl.
The woman had not been rude. But nor had she been k...
On our way home from the food truck, I tug Dylan’s elbow and he nearly drops his burrito—pinching it, lightning-quick, between gloved fingers.
“Catastrophe a...
It’s circle time. We’re splayed out like an atom, feet facing each other, bags propped on laps, headphones hanging as necklaces on our chests. How was your day?...
When we have our daughter, I expect her to be real.
I expect her to weigh something, to hold her in my hand. The childbirth pains are so intense I think I mu...
The Granddaughter asked the Grandmother to make some ramen noodles, but the Grandmother didn’t want to because she was visualizing. Did the Granddaughter want t...
Winter nights, when Delhi is shrouded in dense fog. The other side of the bed is neat, uncomplicated. Your message on my phone: My flight is delayed.
I walk ...
Taylor Swift won’t survive the labyrinth. She has decided to take the left turn every time she has a choice, because that’s fun. And while that’s as good a stra...
When he opens the shutters, Oliver isn’t sure at first what he’s looking at. From their bedroom window, the shimmery cluster of bees on their mesquite tree look...
My children are flames. Oxygen they can get any number of ways but the most efficient is if I blow on them. My job is important—at least until they build walls ...
