Nonfiction – Issue 10

At the back of the hallway closet is a leather jacket. It belongs to your dad, she says. . .

I was healthy and suddenly, not—an odyssey one sentence short. . .

Varalaxmi Vratam, a festival perhaps more important in our Andhra family than Diwali. On this day, our suburban New Jersey home transforms into our homeland. . .

I’m an expert at watching from afar—in admiration and disgust. . .

Her motto would have to be I’m what matters and nothing else concerns me. She doesn’t try to alter what’s out of her hands. . .