Yearly Archives: 2025

Healing 2.0: The Yoga Essay

But after six hours in a room heated to 106 degrees with 60% humidity, I emerged with a single—albeit delirious—question: If yoga has healed so many people, why can’t it heal me?

The Moment My Dad and I Traded Places

In a world of complicated relationships, ours was simple. Dad was a shopkeeper by day and family patriarch by night.

On Backgammon, Cancer, and Why Being So-So Is Good Enough

“Good match,” I echoed, shaking his warm, sweaty palm. I was elated, but whoops and hollers aren’t part of the backgammon culture.

The Lost Childhood

I’m glad I did that mushroom trip, I think as I sit by my father’s bed watching him die.

The Encounter

Time seemed to stand still, although I know the whole encounter couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes.

Dr. Rutstein

I cried a lot in Rutstein’s little room and hated myself for it. I was going to die, and this doctor knew it. And she wouldn’t just let me get the cyst out and keep drinking.

She Is Her Own Best Friend

She is not desperate for validation. She has become her own best friend. Until the day she dies.

Leftovers

Neither of you finishes your lunch. Dad asks for a doggy bag and the waitress brings containers for the leftovers.

Biophobia

Opening the first bin we found plates, cups, saucers, and other dishware. Not fine china, but they appeared expensive-adjacent in the way of antiques.

Drained, Inheritance: A Diptych

Dialysis is the beginning of the end. I base this opinion on my father’s experience.

Emotions Through the Screen

Feel the emotions through the screen and let them take you to where you’re supposed to be.

Who Else Follows You Into The Dark? (No One)

The phone's glow wouldn’t let my eyes adjust to the words on the screen, so I put on a song at low volume and just waited in the dark.
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