People
My Mother Told Stories Through Hmong Embroidery, I Use the Pen
Naturally, the first person I wrote about was my mother.
After the Family Cabin Burned
But there was also the feeling of home, and these feelings shiver still in my core.
All the Things I’ve Loved to Death
Am I ever going to know where I hope to escape to? I understand that I’m trying escape from reality, but I’m still not clear on what the destination is.
My Father Taught Me to Pursue Excellence. Coffee Taught Me About Satisfaction.
An obsession with excellence creates an unfortunate binary: all or nothing.
I Wrote an Essay on Sleep Paralysis to Finally Talk About Men’s Ugliest Urges
Once it happens, sleep paralysis tends to recur. It’s as if a spirit has marked your bed, like the first coming has irreversibly altered you.
I Rediscovered Who My Grandfather Was by Reading His Book
To know him beyond the frail, serious man who struggled to speak to his family was such a rare and incredible gift.
After Childbirth and Prolapse, I Turned to Weight Lifting
As a mother, feeling strong requires different abilities than the ones I had before becoming a parent.
The Stink of Motherhood
After a few moments of fawning and cooing, I interjected from outside the circle with a shy raised hand: “Hi, I’m the mom.”