If life is a precious gift that is over when it is over, how are we to stomach a death that comes too soon?
I’ve gotten incapacitating headaches since I was a kid.
Nothing had changed from the night before—except for the certainty that everything had changed. Food as I had always known it was now in the past.
“There is this idea that American Indians are a remnant of the past, not people who have voices and important stories to be shared today.”
The day-to-day negotiation I faced as a mixed-race woman made me resist the idea that classifying myself and my body was the only way to get my music heard.
Blindness can be a pain in the ass, and infantilizing, even depressing sometimes, but it is not cancer.
Published in 1992, “Negrophobia” was a wild romp through a racially charged dreamscape.
Searching the cultural landscape for references and role models, it’s not easy to find many women simply living their lives while disabled.
My bad teeth are slowly shrinking my world. They are not of my body; they haunt my body.
Thumri explores the dual sides of love: union as well as the pangs of separation.