Nonfiction
Ain’t I A Mother: Motherhood as Freedom in ‘Underground’
I thought but for black women enslaved to have a child that you were responsible for that was really yours, that was really freedom. – Toni Morrison
My Love Letter To Chvrches
I will sheepishly confess that I’m not one hundred percent sure how to write a music review; I don’t know what’s musically distinctive. Or what’s special or not special in regards to sound, instrumentation, or the nuances of style. Technicalities. Which is why this is not a review. This is a love letter. And it’s […]
Grey Hair and a Bouquet of Red Roses in Delhi’s Airport
The awkward, confusing, beautiful, surprising, untethering experience of reuniting with my father.
The Silver Screen, Its Chemicals, and the Boy Who Sat to Watch.
On the weight of making and watching movies.
‘Til Death Do Us Part
A Look into Marriage, Death, Widowhood and Living
Dimensions
You constantly make it impossible to make conversation Keep us comatose but audible And I like it, the farther I get out. — Brand New sensitivity pricks my skin like a mosquito who sucks my blood and leaves its mark. my core, my spirit; it’s rooted in fortitude; in its most primal state. it had […]
You’ve Been Buttoned
Growing up, we all had a small collection of buttons. Some of us wore our buttons proudly for a day. Some pinned our buttons to our bags. At school you might remember the one kid who had plastered her bag with a monumental medley of colors and images which caused you to wonder whether a […]
