When your maternal grandmother dies from breast cancer, there’s this strange intersection between her health and your mother’s health and yours.
Our first book club discussion was a learning experience.
When my grandmother died, she didn’t want a funeral. She did have thoughts about what we should do with her ashes.
There is no guidebook or set of rules for us to follow; there is no concrete “American” etiquette around death.
I wish I could talk to my mom about the irony that, forty years later, shelves are being ransacked and we are standing in lines to buy bread.
Naz Riahi reflects on how the violent death of her father when she was a young girl impacted the rest of her life
The life of my Lolo and my family in the Philippines is a deep reminder that people live full lives there and places like it, across the globe.
“My father, was alive, in me—in my reflection, in my voice, in my posture.”
On Friday, April 22, 2016, three months after my brother’s third release from S. Wilder Youth Development Center, he was rushed to the ER after being shot in the heart.
On space debris and a father’s remains.