Being Red

Being Red

I haven’t really done much. The least I can do is write this down while I can. I was a lazy redhead – the sloth…

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Lighthouse

Lighthouse

My son has ears filled with light It is filled so hard with light it Shuts out the noise. I pray he heals of blindness,…

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Mahasweta Devi: Writing as Protest

Mahasweta Devi (1926-2016)

Embed from Getty Images   When I first read Mahasweta Devi’s Draupadi, it created a minor explosion in my ‘reading’ life. The theme and starkness…

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How do you remember your childhood?

How do you remember your childhood?

As a pair of overworn ghungroos, their gentle patter across the linoleum floor. My master’s feet fluttering around the room in circles. The poetry of…

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Grace and Jimmy

Grace and Jimmy

When I was a child, I saw my father as the Indian Jimmy Dean. He was a young god.  That’s why my mother married him.  …

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Aunt Laura, Where'd You Go?

Aunt Laura, Where’d You Go?

I sit at the edge of my driveway drinking an apple juicebox, staring at my purple toenails. I’m eighteen but parts of me have never…

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The Story of the Woman Who Fell in Love with Death

The Story of the Woman Who Fell in Love with Death

In an armchair at the center of a Starbucks, nearly hidden by its arms, a young boy reads, perplexed but concentrating hard: Once upon a…

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Family History

Family History

Born 1931 Here, by afternoon the sun slants down like candelabra; heart of mangoes shimmied fairy dust on her back. My grandmother picks the thumba…

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