Personal Essays

By the time breakfast was ready, he was hysterical and I was deranged.

Some people self-care with a massage or a spa day. Me? I find the nearest Ethiopian restaurant.

Marlene Dumas at the Venice Biennale.

My atheism turned into agnosticism not by reading a religious text or visiting a holy temple, but by watching a YouTube video of Carl Sagan explaining the fourth dimension.

Isabel Quintero and her ex-husband find the perfect tacos to eat at the end of their marriage.

twenty years on, the author reflects on being trapped in a vortex of dark energy

I said goodbye to my brother, who wished me luck with eyes flooded with tears, then I left the house, followed by my mother. We took a cab to the airport.

Before the Russian officers drove my grandparents out of their house at the end of the war, the German Nazis had driven them out of the house at the start of it.

I am a pie person descended from a lineage of pie people.

For the first time in a decade, I will travel one way. I have no clue how long I would stay, and what it meant for the life I had built in the States.

A woman’s pandemic relationship with a cat deepens her humanity.

All our lives, a series of crossings. The parts of our existence we are often not proud to claim still make up the sum total of our lives.