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...

For me, February 18, 2011, is a time of not yets. In five months I'll be engaged, and in fourteen I'll be married. But not yet.

Once inside, I immediately take off my wool coat. This coffee shop is always bursting with bodies hunched around tiny round tables with...

Ten years ago, you’d have found me in my Charlottesville art studio, nestled within a pink building memorialized by Dave Matthews...

When my sister Carol opened the door on Thursday, January 20, 2011, the morning of her 47th birthday, she was as bald as our father...

Lately I’ve been thinking more about what I refer to as the “secret side” of writing...

Thursday, the end of the first week back to school after the winter holidays and we still aren’t in the swing of the morning routine...

What Does it Take for a Heart to Stop? On December 18, 2010, my brother died of a cardiac arrest inside Mirdif City Center, a mall in the de