On a morning run by Virginia Lake in Reno, NV, I was captivated by the cluster of pigeons gathered at the water’s edge. As I passed, they lifted into the air, only to settle again nearby. A new patch of ground. And I realized—I do this too.
Read MoreWhen I was young I wanted a statue of myself. I was humble, I wanted a mere statue for saving a lake or a patch of forest or something, not to revolutionize the study of truth, like my dad, who wanted to “beat Einstein,” a dream he abandoned four months before graduating with a PhD in Physics to help my mother start an accounting firm in Arizona…
Read MoreIn March this year, the Oxford English Dictionary added forty-two untranslatable words to its over half a million word collection. One of them is from the Philippines, the word gigil. Pronounced “ghee-gill,” it’s the word for “cuteness aggression.” It can be an adjective or a noun, used as shorthand for OMG I wanna pinch squeeze and take a bite of this totes adorbs…
Read MoreThe witch introduces herself as Umm Balqis but you are skeptical about whether the woman standing in front of you could ever have been a mother. A beast, bone thin, taller than most men, with thick black kohl in her eyes and faint green tattoo dots on her chin.
Read MoreThis is how—the sponsored makeup reels and tummy teas and popular pills and needles and lasers and Kim K and Before-and-Afters, these bodies that don’t that won’t that can’t look like hers. So take her eyes too and break them…
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