I was waiting for some news. News that would change the contours of my life. News of something I wanted and dreaded so much it felt like my heart would break out of its skin. Like I would go mental! The Buddhists would say, return to the breath. But I decided to return to…

Love doesn’t always appear in a form you recognize. My friends and lovers are family too; sometimes the meals they cook nourish me more than even Baba’s endless feasts. I am this family’s self-appointed bearer of memory, recalling the absent spaces, recording the recipes, searching for the glimmer of devotion, the aroma of happiness,…

“Sensual vitality is essential to the struggle for life.” -Adrienne Rich Each week, I write myself into a new skin. The week, wilting with exhaustion by Wednesday, folds into itself today, and regenerates. “…putting up there in public words you have dredged, sieved up in dreams, from behind screen memories, out of silence –…