I have noticed while straddling two cultures – my family’s and my birthplace’s – that the universality of death and grief ends there. How we approach it, the means by which we acknowledge it and the language surrounding it areRead more…
The wave goodbye
I enter through a stain-glassed door where I immediately notice a host of familiar faces, my father, my aunt, and other relatives who I have not spoken to in years. I scan the crowd for a welcoming smile and findRead more…
The Impossibility of Immaculate
After her third shower, Lora decided it was time to give up. There was no ridicule in defeat, this was something her father had impressed upon Lora many times when she was growing up. Even now, when she rarely visitedRead more…