I’ve spent 25 minutes looking at this blank screen in front of me. I don’t think I know how to string together a series of words anymore. It’s been at least two months since I wrote something, and even then I believe what I wrote was probably hot garbage. At this point in my life, … More I Stopped Writing. Here’s Why.
My brother talks in haiku. He has his phrases, his bits and pieces that fly from his fingers as he grips his iPhone in his hands, a whole universe in his palms–but what does he know to do with it? Sister Hello How you What I’m sorry Where’s daddy Sad Happy Sister Bored The words … More Conversations with My Brother
I spent ages three through nine in a 100-year old stone farmhouse right off Route 50. There was a pool at that house and my brother Arash and I painted fishes and waves and dolphins on the walls of it and then we’d lay the hose on the concrete edge and it would take all … More If I Tell You I Believe in Ghosts, Will You Think Less of Me?
It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving and everyone is gone. I am bored. Just spent 45 minutes re-reading an old US Weekly, hence the inspiration for this exercise. It’s especially challenging because I’m shamelessly open and most people know almost everything about me. Here goes: I attended 9 schools between preschool and senior year of high … More 25 Things You Don’t Know about Me
Mother Do you remember when you called me because you’d taken some pills and you needed someone to lead you home. I can still hear the angry horns through your car phone, feel my heart tumbling into my stomach, as I struggled to help you navigate a route you’d taken hundreds of times. You made … More Family Poems
Well friends, tomorrow I head to Portugal, first to the capital city of Lisbon then down to the Algarve Coast to a beach town called Albufeira. I am really excited but there are some things I have on my mind that I wanted to share. I’m nervous about how my brother Takkin will behave during … More On the Eve of My Trip to Portugal
I just came home from a 4-hour long session with a psychiatrist who deals with mentally ill, developmentally delayed patients. He is one of a handful who has this role in the entire state of Virginia. “Many mental health clinics and hospitals don’t want to deal with people who are the ‘R’ word,” he said, … More My Mentally Ill Brother Might Be the Next Headline