There’s a motif in Texas that your car is a part of yourself—it’s a coming of age. Where you learn what you’re made of.
To me, ‘daiji’ embodies the struggle to prioritize two languages, homes, and selves.
“What I look like” is not a static picture cut out and placed in different environments, but one that changes again and again.
It’s a sturdy sort of empathy, the kind that makes things happen—whether it’s after the loss of a sports team, or before three hours of traffic, or when the waters are rising.
We’ve all had to reckon with the burden of untold stories. Every woman has one, and every woman carries around with her the stories of others.
As a mother, I’ve had to ask myself: What would never getting an answer, or even no longer expecting an answer, look like?
Friendship is not about going down a list with some people always first, others second and third. Every friendship is unique.
Kids are all mystery, and mine are no different, but the unknown has especially marked my son.
Data versus the real world: what compatibility algorithms can’t tell you.
“Though desire for sex is considered one of our four primal drives, I lack such a desire almost completely.”