I wrote this a year ago as I was moving across the country. And yet I held it close, because it felt taboo. We’re supposed to get excited about what feels good in our bones, right? Instead, I felt the
How to grieve a good move
Stories from Kazakhstan: “I brought home love”
Low in a cardboard box in the entryway, Yucca shoves himself into the corner of his cage. Before him, fine hands scatter chopped lettuce (a precious commodity, here) and fill a dim platter with water. Stepping back from the turtle,
Bailing out the American economy
Steven Gray’s article, Can the Black Middle Class Survive, has stuck with me. I remember his excellent work as a reporter on Detroit for TIME magazine. Yet after a painful layoff, he lays out the challenges that middle-class Blacks faced in the recent economic tremors of America:
Oh pupil of my eyes: translating the most famous Kazakh song
The video below lets you listen to perhaps the most famous Kazakh song, which I’ve caught myself humming recently as I’m doing the dishes, rather surprising my housemate. The song is called “Kozimnin Karasi,” which literally means “pupil of my