I often think author and activist Arundhati Roy introduced me to mortality in her novel, The God of Small Things. Since reading her haunting...

 I had been asleep. But now, it was 12:01 a.m., and I was wide awake. ​ As my husband snored, I scrolled through a certain Paper of Record ...

​It was well past bedtime when I noticed. ​ It wasn’t exactly an itch, exactly, but there was something off about the way my throat seemed t...

For long periods of the day, our two-person office is silent. It’s not an awkward silence; it’s just out of necessity. Mistakes are easy to ...

  Every morning, on and off, for nearly a decade, I feel as if I have woken up to a new and increasingly alarming realization. And the world...

The New Year always greets me with that  slick handshake I recognize from situation comedies. It starts with a tight grin, an awkward approa...

  It was a last-minute ask. ​ My friend needed a few extra hands to finish her holiday confection preparation as Christmas Eve descended. “Y...