I want to live in a world where I can be a physicist without also being asked to speak on or compensate for the persistent racism of institutions.
Out on the road and in the great outdoors my dad and I discovered we were more like each other than we believed.
It’s relieving when you find someone who feels the same way you do about Covid-19 risk and public safety. But what about those who disagree?
My German cockroach infestation, almost too good a pandemic allegory, forced me to confront the question of how much I could bear from New York City.
My heart is set on the Philly cheesesteak—the only one, I’m certain, to be found in India.
Sometimes, the word “belonging” feels more apt when snapped into two: be longing.
When your maternal grandmother dies from breast cancer, there’s this strange intersection between her health and your mother’s health and yours.
Dressing rooms were only special because of how we used them to quietly become human.
The problem, of course, is that the public toilet involves doing the private in public.
Every time I tell a customer that we’re not open for browsing, I know I am reminding them of how Covid-19 has disrupted our rhythms and routines, robbed us of numerous small pleasures.