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In This House We Believe
I don’t believe that signs are enough, because the claims of the house are empty without the actions of the people in them.
Watching the Clock: On Parenting in the Climate Crisis
I practice thinking about time like a geologist, but, mostly, I can manage only to think about it like a mother.
In a World of Impermanence, I’ll Always Have Paris
I have never felt further from a former version of myself as I do now, here, today.
As a Disabled Cook, I Need Adaptable Recipes
When it comes to food prep, I have to be honest with myself about what I’m capable of—and, more importantly, what I’m not.
When Migration Is a Gesture of Love
In Nigeria, I grew up to see what difference a generous family member abroad could do for their loved ones back home.
Me, My Grandmother, and Our Stutter
I tell her I’m surprised that no one else had ever brought up her stutter to her before. She’s surprised that I’m surprised.
Studying Lizards Taught Me How to Trust
They led me to a place where trust became possible.
What Lullabies Teach Us About Language
In that way, lullabies are like a language of their own.
Finding Nostalgia in Diasporic Film
Immigrant nostalgia is a Hydra—a lashing, many-headed thing made of grief.
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Teachers Like the ‘Abbott Elementary’ Staff Need Our Support
The problem isn’t the students. It’s the unforgiving reality of the American education system.
