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The Art of Letting Go, As an Artist and a Mother

Like a drawing is and is not mine once I’m finished with it, my son is not mine, not really, because he is himself.

Jun 27, 2019
After My Mother Passed, My Father’s Consistency in Religion Was an Anchor

A new period in my life started when Abu could no longer fast for Ramadan.

Jun 24, 2019
Son Boy Allowed: A Trans Mother Finds Space for Boyhood

Well, what does it mean to be a boy or a girl? The answer so often is, simply: I don’t know. And I’m not sure that it actually matters, anyway.

Jun 18, 2019
What Does a Multigenerational Mixed-Race Family Look Like?

As biracial people, my husband and I should know how to raise a mixed-race child. But I find myself wondering just how much I’ve figured out.

Jun 17, 2019
Fat and Fetishized: Understanding the Power and Worth of a Body That Blooms

The secret of the beauty of our bodies is slowly starting to get out, becoming less and less niche each day. And I hope it moves faster.

Jun 06, 2019
What to Expect When You Didn’t Expect a Preemie

After you have a preemie, but before you get to take your baby home, the world keeps going without you. It’s shocking, honestly, how much the world keeps going.

Jun 06, 2019
In Kolkata, This Survivor of Domestic Violence Sought Justice—Through the Restoration of Her Property

Rozha fled an abusive marriage, and survived the death of her son. Now she claims what is hers.

Jun 05, 2019
On Violations, Macarons, and the Pursuit of Beauty I Can Control

It felt as though I had been evicted from my own body, and it had been trashed in my absence. My resentment was as precise as any recipe.

Speculating on Queer Pasts to Achieve a Queer Eternity for My Tío Cano

I want to believe that I inherited too ways of feeling joy, ways of finding pleasure, ways of being with other queers in raucous and wild ways.

Jun 03, 2019
Japanese Breakfast, a.k.a. Michelle Zauner, Talks with Noah Cho About Food, Family, and Grief

“I found myself dwelling on these parts of Korean culture as a way to reconnect with my identity and also the memory of my mom.”

May 30, 2019
How the Grateful Dead Helped Me Embrace Mortality

Suddenly, miraculously, it was no longer dismay that I felt. It was freedom. It was Death doffing its blackness and revealing itself to me as life.

May 28, 2019
How It Feels to Watch Your Son Getting His Hair Cut

In the battered barbershop chair, Faris sits slightly camouflaged and crumpled, as though he is a mystery even to himself.

May 23, 2019
Lessons in Drowning

They say: I have to be honest, seeing that little girl and all that brown skin, for a second it was terrifying. Sometimes you forget people can look like that. No pink anywhere. Except her nails.

May 22, 2019
Taking Charge of My Story as a Cancer Patient at the Hospital Where I Work

Being an “interesting” patient who also happened to be a trainee made me a morbid little celebrity.

May 21, 2019
When I Started HRT, I Discovered a Sweeter Side to My Masculinity

I was leaving femininity behind, grateful to have an example like my grandpa to grow toward.

How Rachel Khong Built The Ruby, a Coworking Community for San Francisco Creatives

“How can we lessen everyone’s burden and give ourselves more time to work on what matters to us?”

May 16, 2019
Speak of the Dead: Seeking the Stories of My Refugee Family

The first generation of refugees have the power of selective memory. Children like me learned early to tiptoe around our families and their traumas.

May 08, 2019
“The Community Is Hurting”: Why We Need to Talk About Colorism and Bias in Asian American Communities

It feels jarring to deal with “model minority” stereotypes in non-Asian American spaces while facing negative stereotypes within some Asian ones.

May 02, 2019
Leaving IVF, and Its Promise and Possibility, Behind

I felt a down spell in my persistent belief in possibility—a sense that something within me once felt unremitting, but had since been stretched to its limit.

May 01, 2019
The Summer I Became a Thief

Sometimes I thought of it as war reparations. On the outwardly civil but quietly vicious battlefield of my parents’ divorce, I had been the clear loser.

Apr 29, 2019