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Diasporic Postcards: GUILT
Diasporic Postcards: GUILT There was an occasion when my father was lying in a hospital bed recovering from a heart attack and he confessed he had felt guilty his entire life about being the only...
Diasporic Postcards: GENESIS
Diasporic Postcards: GENESIS When Putin invaded Ukraine on February 24, 2022, as someone with Ukrainian ancestry living abroad, not only was I gripped by an immediate sense of despair and grief at...
Bearable Being of Lightness
Light Streaming Through Stained Glass Window Refracted Onto Ultrasuede Couch Cushion A Nebulous Number of Days of Atomity and Memory Bearable Being of Lightness I believe the first time I became...
Suicide Watch
Fingerprint Etched Pendent Resting on Storm Watch on Pashmina Shawl A Nebulous Number of Days of Atomity and Memory Suicide Watch I often do a guided meditation called Allowing Grief by Betty...
Hair Today…
Top of Head in Front of Aubergine Wall A Nebulous Number of Days of Atomity and Memory Hair Today… It was long before these past turbulent months that I first reflected on hair – my hair, other...
Falling in My Footsteps
Hiking Sandals on Chenille Sweater A Nebulous Number of Days of Atomity and Memory Falling in My Footsteps I remember reading long ago that humans are born with two innate fears – those of loud...
Icelandic Fairy Trails
Icelandic Stone Wrapped in Embroidered Wool Coverlet on Tassle on Raw Silk. A Nebulous Number of Days of Atomity and Memory Icelandic Fairy Trails I first became enchanted with Iceland after having...
Wearing My Heart on My Shin
Silver Necklace and Rebirth Mark on Skin A Nebulous Number of Days of Atomity and Memory Wearing My Heart on My Shin In recent years, funeral homes started offering a rather novel keepsake, namely...
Sight Unseen
Vision Therapy Eyewear on Acrylic Blanket A Nebulous Number of Days of Atomity and Memory Sight Unseen A few months ago, I experienced an inane moment that resulted in carpet burn on my elbow, but...
The Spy Who Loved Me
Remington Typewriter A Nebulous Number of Days of Atomity and Memory The Spy Who Loved Me My parents spoke infrequently of their experiences during the Second World War or of their time spent in...