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What Moving During a Pandemic Taught Me About the Meaning of Home
My grandmother once told me that bringing bread into a home means that its residents will never go hungry.
Organic Chemistry Taught Me to Fully Inhabit My Mixed Identities
I am not half of anything. I am only me, a single whole with multiple truths.
How to Hide Your Grief in a French Roll
All that mattered, we told ourselves, was what we saw when we looked in the mirror, what we saw when we looked at each other.
The Magic and the Mystery of Baby Teeth
Parents ask when their child’s teeth will go back to normal. Who has the heart to tell them never?
Confessions of a Covert Stutterer
I’d become so successfully covert that the idea that I stuttered sounded more like an unfounded opinion than an incontestable truth.
The Women Who Don’t Bend in ‘Bend It Like Beckham’
The film contains a pantheon of archetypes, all of them represented in these Indian Panjabi women.
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“Passing” as Straight at Work Didn’t Protect Me from Homophobia
I privately couldn’t get over the fact that she’d even felt comfortable speaking to me that way.
Janet Jackson Helped Me Find My Voice as a Writer
All I knew was that here was this woman who looked like the community I loved and interacted with.
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Don’t Break the Peel
Halmoni didn’t tell me she loved me. Her love could be seen in the work of her hands.
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Rediscovering Chekhov’s Plays in the Pandemic
The play asked suddenly familiar questions: Why all this suffering? Is life really beautiful? How are we supposed to go on like this?
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