Ten years ago, I’d taken a trip to Belgium to visit a good friend who was studying abroad. I’d been teaching English and Literature at...

I remember the loss of this friend in a series of others over the next ten years...

No matter who you are or how your life is going, sooner or later every adult person experiences something that is so pivotal...

Hungover, shirtless, wishing I would evaporate. I sat in the backyard on a chair, the California sun laying on me like a sheet. That sky,...

My friend Brian and I drove from Sacramento to Oakland to the Fox Theater to see DJ-musician Girl Talk, whose mash-ups...

This morning I don’t know what I’m even mourning.

Even the bus might have served as a warning. I don’t ride buses, and this was a rattletrap single-decker with flickery lighting...

The alarm clock buzzer sounded at 6 am, but I had already been awake for the past two hours. Not bad, I thought..

On February 25th, 2011, my journal—kept diligently in composition books for six years—was no longer a comfort to me.

Every visit back to India now became an exercise, carefully planned...