Mum’s The Word

One day I was feeling blue. I got in touch with a shrink. We met. So affable, she was. It was refreshing to have her listening and interacting instead of trying the usual shrink tricks like nodding, jotting and staring. We had a real conversation. After our talk, she told me that I needed to…

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Phantasms of Trepidation

I tried to recall what it was like. Before my mind became equivocal with doubt. Before I was aware that my bones shatter as easily as glass. My deft hands were never designed to put up a fight. There’s not much disparity between me and a frightened rabbit, we’re both paralyzed with fear. For me,…

An Open Life

I had been foolish, once again, to let my heart be torn open by men. My mother had warned me about this once. Strict, autocratic, with a tinge of neuroticism dyed into her every nerve, she had ruled over my household with an iron fist. No wonder – she had escaped communist China with her…

Transition

God, I hate change. There is just something inside of me that clenches whenever the word is mentioned. I get this mental image of myself as a small child throwing myself face down on the carpet, beating my fists and screaming. And yet, there is an equal part of myself that firmly believes that change…

One Message, Many Voices: The Women’s March

By RACHEL BOLTON Everyone has seen the photos and videos. Thousands of people in cities all over the world, standing up for what they believe in. The sheer number who participated is overwhelming. Even weeks after it happened, the Women’s March is still being talked about. Maybe you were one of the protesters, or you…