“One profound memory I have of that year was crossing the desert in a circus train—my two-mile-long home with performers, clowns, exotic animals, and a dare-devil’s rocket ship.”
Autoethnographic Literary Nonfiction: I Just Want to Go Home – Moving, Loss and Unacknowledged Grief
“Moving away from a beloved home at a tender age was traumatizing, in part, because that home was the only place in which I felt safe.”
¡Aguacate! Bringing Up Bebe Bilingüe: Part 1, Whiteness and Word Gaps
“The words we use and how we say them are much more than sounds, they tell a story that gives us away, revealing a history about and behind us, a place and a people that we have come from.”
Autoethnographic Literary Nonfiction: A Pragmatic Ruin and the Objectionable Southern Woman
“A tree once taught me that those moments of ruin are only a pause, a passage really, on the way to something else.”
Autoethnographic Literary Nonfiction: Grieving from Miles
I couldn’t go to India for the past two years due to COVID-19 uncertainties and be with the rest of my family to help them navigate through this earth-shattering loss when they needed me the most, a sad reality of many international students.”