Longing for the Rain: Remembering the Cherrapunjee Summers

Longing for the Rain

Sohra or Cherrapunjee—which we still fondly call the wettest place on earth—is my birthplace, where my ancestral home is, and though only tenants live in…

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Pennies

Pennies

The first time I am told I am not actually Jewish, I am eight-years old and I am sitting on the bus. My hair is…

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My Mother: Technology and Retirement in the Pandemic

My Mother: Technology and Retirement in the Pandemic

My parents now have the same sleep schedule they yelled at me about in high school. My mother goes to bed at midnight and sleeps…

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Dance Macabre, 2020

Dance Macabre, 2020

In the first week of quarantine my dad started wearing his mask and a tree branch nearly fell on our heads, nearly killing us. It…

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Stage Entrance

Stage Entrance

The last acting job I had was on Late Night with David Letterman. A few months shy of my fiftieth birthday, I walked into the…

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A Hard Day’s Night in Calcutta

A Hard Day’s Night in Calcutta

One evening about eight Warren dropped by our apartment unexpectedly.  As he walked in he said, “No surprises here: how did I know you’d be…

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Don’t You Know You Can’t Go Home Again?

Don’t You Know You Can’t Go Home Again?

Spending nights playing with diceGoing out on moonlight nightsKeeping the festive day in honour of springPlucking the sprouts and fruits of the mango treesEating the…

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Love Like a Volcano

Love Like a Volcano

My boyfriend wasn’t much of a problem-solver, but he managed to be the person I called when I needed to solve a problem. He dropped…

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Sympoetics

Sympoetics

I bought this pen (the one I am writing with now) from the Victoria and Albert Museum (V&A) in London. It is a small pen,…

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So Much New York!

So Much New York!

Marie-Laure and I frequently met in the Manhattan School of Music hallways as we staggered out of practice rooms at closing time.  We were both…

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How I Used Cooking to Rebel Against My Mother

How I Used Cooking to Rebel Against My Mother

There’s nothing as dark as a Swedish winter day long after the leaves have fallen but before snow brightens the ground.  With the sun eclipsed…

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The Home Front

The Home Front

In October 1941, my father found himself in Reykjavik, tried to get back to Charleston. Orders arrived: he was to sail on the USS Salinas,…

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Seen Anew

Seen Anew

The restoration of sight is nothing short of miraculous. The most treasured of our senses, sight helped the first humans differentiate safe from unsafe food,…

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A Woman named Samantha

A Woman named Samantha

Coming up from the West Fourth Street subway, I texted that I was a block away from the Washington Square Diner. Don’t rush, I’m early….

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What Might Have Been

What Might Have Been

I always thought population control was a necessary trait in every nation. By that I simply mean not having kids, not genocide. From a social…

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Kyle

Kyle

The kids have worked months for this weekend. They’ve stayed late after school, drawn complex plans, built up structures, and milled down wood. They’ve measured…

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Streetwise but missing out

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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Death of an Ambassador

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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Can two Bangalores co-exist?

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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Country Roads & Rickshaw Drivers

Rickshaw Drivers

The buzzing in my ears seemed to come from a long way off. Feeling distinctly alarmed I stuck my forefingers deep into my ears, closed…

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