Places
Longing for the Magic of My Childhood Home
Frarieville was the safe space on which I could plant my flag.
Immigrating From Yugoslavia Was a Struggle and a Privilege—Both Can Be True
As her family saw it, my mother’s life in London was one of comfort. But she also struggled. Both of these things were true.
Searching for Home in the South with Carson McCullers
Quietly, I clung to what I knew: how to be an outsider in the South.
For Me, “Home” Is Never Present—Only Ever in the Past
Though no place is home upon arrival, I make it my home by the time I leave.
In 1990; Butler, Pennsylvania
Time amplifies division; I fear that we’re never going to be a big family again, that my newborn son will never consider his cousins to be siblings like I did.
Finding Home in Ten Days in Goiânia, Brazil
At home, in Goiânia, I didn’t have to be Brazilian; I could just be me.
Searching for My Parallel Life in Vietnam
What might have happened if we had stayed?
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The Night a Grieving Phantom in the Everglades Changed My Life
The land that was previously seen as harsh and brutal by colonial forces was actually a site of survival, new life, and renewal.
Reaching for My Family—And My French Not-Husband
Comforting each other is more natural when we’re physically present, which is what the pandemic made it impossible for my not-husband to be.
Learning to Live with Durians Again
Was my rejection of the durian, Southeast Asia’s King of Fruits, a betrayal of my cultural identity, of my life in Singapore?
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