“Did I resemble my father now with my depression? Did he see me every morning and feel arrested by the familiarity?”
“The first set of clubs arrived when I was seven, cotton candy-colored in pink and blue.”
“The Lord either saw me unfit to visit—or it was that other thing, that lightless tunnel, that labyrinth turned endless maze.”
An “energizer bunny” who spent weekends hiking, she now battles chronic pain and fatigue.
On inherited traumas and joys in an immigrant family, and swimming as an antidote to despair.
“I hated when attention was brought to my adoptee status. I was American, and that was all I wanted to be.”
“I’ve fervently wished to see women who look like me and have lived through this.”
“Names bind us to people, places, and histories. As the descendant of enslaved people, my name only goes so far.”
“I wanted to be like that: hard and boney, a body full of fuck-you’s.”