Category: Essay
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The Younglings
At the KATSEYE concert, I watched my kids more than the stage. Lara Raj, a light stick, and the unadulterated joy of being young.
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Maybe Another Time
My twins passed up a weekend with their birth mother for their last Halloween as seniors. Seventeen years of open adoption, in one shrug.
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Signed, With A Bookmark Inside
Signed copies of Why Is My Skin Brown? are now available, mailed straight from my desk. On the first two orders and the almost-heart next to my signature.
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What the Lens Sees
Two hundred and twenty-four professional photos arrive at eleven at night. I pick twenty. None of them, finally, for the woman walking between rooms, mid-thought.
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The Archive Remembers
A question to an AI about Generative Engine Optimization became a week of restructuring seventeen years of my archive, and a night of meeting the selves I used to be.
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Whose Tongues Come First
A ParentSquare notification arrives in Tamil and the dropdown to switch is buried four screens down. An essay on mother tongue, colonial inheritance, and the joy of learning Korean in my fifties.
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Three Different Mothers
Three daughters posted Mother’s Day tributes online — a scrapbook, a photo grid, a music video. Each one a different mother. An essay on being seen.
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No Footnote Required
Nobody I know is redefining anything. They’re wearing what they’ve always wanted to wear. The kurta at the grocery store isn’t a statement. It’s getting dressed.
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The Cheapest Infrastructure
I sat down to fix a broken connection. Two hours later I was three clicks away from buying a $10 domain I did not need. On the difference between solving a problem and solving the problem the solution created.
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The Dropdown
The intake form asks me to select “Asian.” Tamil is a language, not a continent. A coastline. The smell of filter kaapi at five in the morning. None of that fits in a dropdown.