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How to Love in English
If one loved in the Indian provinces, one could only love in English, with “I love you.”
Learning to Talk About Domestic Violence
A system that requires us to risk further retaliation when we report being in danger enables and engenders further violence.
My Body Only Feels Right When It Isn’t My Own
I want to inhabit a form that doesn’t define me; I want to inhabit a form in a way that lets me define it.
A Year Without an Ending
Is it strange, in a vortex of absence, to cherish endings? Only if loss and endings are the same.
Resistance Can Be Playful, Too
In the face of overlapping and unprecedented crises, an immigrant mom protects her family through play.
Learning to Love My Mother’s Body and My Own
Envy feels a lot like binging—the more you give into it, the worse you feel.
Proof of Mountain
On a long-sought diagnosis, chronic pain, and a trek to Everest Base Camp.
The Ghost on the Zoom Call
Including my mother, we inhabit seven squares. At the beginning of each Zoom session, my mother asks who we are.
Right Now I Will Jump to That Spot Over There
Christina Bartson on improvisation, shutting out fear, and trusting her movement during the pandemic.