As a teenager, I met a stranger who changed the course of my life. Twenty years later, I went looking for him.
childhood
In the Ruins of Palisades Fire, Confronting My Elusive Malibu Life
“Memories, nostalgia and regret mix on a trek to find the old family home.”
Tender, Yet Creepy
“Dolls help children create wonderfully vivid and imaginative worlds, while also serving as unsettling reminders of the abyss.”
Swallowing: I Was Mike Mew’s Patient
“I wondered if the two dentists were right—whether my body was becoming ugly. And if it was, why it would do that to me. This was something I had not thought about before.”
On Beauty and Violence
“In lieu of toys, my closet filled with these tokens of violence: an antler, rodent bones, feathers and wings, and in a small paper bag crimped at the top, a lone cobbled talon curled to a fist.”
Revisiting My Rastafari Childhood
“Babylon was everything forbidden, and looming all around us—and my father tried to protect us from it at all costs.”
A Mother’s Exchange for Her Daughter’s Future
“Two lives bound into one story by immigration and illness.”
Every Day I Worry My Kids Will Be Killed at School
“’Will I be okay?’ my children ask me as the mass shootings in America continue. None of us like my answer.”
My Decade of Temporary Homes
“I see, in hindsight, how mastering the ability to see through cards did not seem like an impossible thing to him. He had made seemingly impossible things happen before.”
